"It’s been an hour and your fingers are still tense, dear…" Griffin points out, his low yet soothing timbre almost vibrating through your soul as you feel him leaning against your back. He didn’t sound particularly disappointed, simply a bit astonished. You’re usually better at this.

"Here…" He whispers quietly, his warm breath tickling your ear as his hands cover yours. He smells just like salted caramel. It felt comforting.

His delicate and soft fingers guide yours, his phalanges extending to reach the tiles as a natural gesture. "There you go. Now back from the start." He says before he takes his hands off yours.