Not close. Leaving space between us. But closer than I should've been.

"You're allowed to feel things," I said gently. "You're allowed to be vulnerable."

She wiped her eyes. Crumpled the tissue in her hand.

And then she reached for me.

Her hand found mine. Held on tight.

It was innocent. Just human contact. Someone seeking comfort.

But the moment her skin touched mine, I felt it everywhere.

The warmth of her hand. The slight tremor in her fingers. The way she held on like I was the only thing keeping her grounded.

I should've pulled away.

I didn't.

We sat there, hands clasped, while she cried quietly and I...