(there is a little of hesitation; a delay but she reaches out for his hand. she doesn't intertwine their fingers but lets her palm against his -- aligning their fingers. the size of their hands are almost similar but feel of another helps her realize that he is real. he is in front of her and not a hallucination. but even so, why does she still feel like she is being lied to? why can't everything stop being so jumbled up together? why won't her mind stop screaming?
carefully, she curls her hand along his and then her other hand joins in -- holding onto him with both. jinx slowly leans forward to press her forehead against their hands. but she's alive, right? that's the most important thing even if... she truly wish she could just fade away into nothing. with a trembling breath leaving her lips, jinx steadily rubs her forehead to their hands to try and seek for comfort and a peace of mind.)
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carefully, she curls her hand along his and then her other hand joins in -- holding onto him with both. jinx slowly leans forward to press her forehead against their hands. but she's alive, right? that's the most important thing even if... she truly wish she could just fade away into nothing. with a trembling breath leaving her lips, jinx steadily rubs her forehead to their hands to try and seek for comfort and a peace of mind.)