...Because you have a gun, that's exactly why I feel uneasy.
"By the time you no longer need a gun, I'll certainly feel at ease letting you carry me through these troubles, Ben," Annan silently commented to himself.
But he didn't say much more.
Instead, he simply nodded gently, grasping Benjamin's sleeve—this reserved and fragile gesture would likely inspire a desire to perform and protect in the heart of any youth.
He distinctly felt Benjamin's body pause for a moment.
With Annan holding onto his cuff, the still immature Benjamin didn't dare to move rashly.
He was probably worried about accidentally flinging "Evelyn's" hand off his cuff, and so his arm was even suspended in the air, completely still.
...What a blockheaded fool.
Annan sighed inwardly.
This was such a good opportunity—a girl lightly holding onto your sleeve or the edge of your clothes, as if she might let go at any moment, is hinting for you to grab her hand with your other hand.
