He always found it a bit strange how you always seemed to have an extra interest in his hands. He never quite knew why, but also never asked. He couldn’t say he disliked the way you would mess around with his fingers or look..strangely intently at his palms as you graze your own fingers against them. And you’d always twirl around with his rings when given a chance to.

“Why do you like my hands so much?” He finally asked as you did your daily ritual of tracing the lines on his palms.