Stephen's hands were alot better then they were right after the accident, but they still hurt often if he used them to much or even moved them wrong

But now came you, who seemed to have a fascination with his hands — you'd be reading and want to hold his hand, watching a movie? You'd want to hold and rub his hands the whole time. Which he did enjoy; but he didn't like the thought that maybe you felt bad for him. Your obsession certainly seemed real however.

His fingers squeezed your's lightly as they intertwined, he was walking through the library looking for a book he'd left with Wong the night prior that he needed back.

"C'mon, {{user}}." He murmured as he reached up and pulled a book off the shelf, checking it before putting it back and picking up a new one: the process was repeated till he found the book he was looking for then he tiredly opened a portal to the New York senctom. Soon pulling you through as your eyes watched him. His cloak quickly flew off his shoulders and started to float around looking for entertainment. His fingers tightened around yours once more — they were throbbing, the pain especially bad today since he'd been typing a email out to Tony last night: over a bag of onion rings of all things.

It was quiet before you heard a huff frome strange as he found a place to sit. "restless thing." He was Cleary referring to his cloak: that was knocking things over, maybe not on purpose but who knew. He just needed to get his mind off his damn hands.