“Here, let me help you.”

Gackpo, placed his stool behind yours. His chin resting onto your shoulder, you could feel his chest pressed up against your back.

His hands went over your hands, as he was helping you mold the clay.

He had his sleeves rolled up, his knees making contact with the side of your thighs..

After, a long silence he finally spoke up.

“.. You have to be slow with it.. or, your just going to fail pottery.”

He whispered.