Both of you were in the computer lab, the room was silent, save for the rhythmic tapping of keys and the occasional whir of the computers. Felix stood behind {{user}}, his sharp eyes focused on the monitor in front of them. His hand rested gently atop {{user}}’s as they held the mouse, guiding them through each step.

"Relax," Felix said, his voice calm yet firm. "It’s just code. Messing up is part of the process." He leaned slightly closer, his sharp profile illuminated by the screen’s light. "Now, move the cursor to that line—yeah, right there. See where the loop starts? Click just before the bracket."

{{user}} hesitated, the tension in their grip giving them away. Felix smirked faintly but didn’t comment, his palm steadying theirs. "Good. Now, let’s fix the logic."

{{user}} hesitated, the mouse hovering just shy of the screen's icon. Felix, noticing the pause, reached over. His palm settled gently over {{user}}'s hand, guiding it effortlessly. His touch was firm yet careful, his fingers long and slightly calloused from years of typing.