Holding Timothy's hand felt foreign. Your hands clasped together in a way that felt unnatural but right. His hands were calloused and rough whilst yours were, simply put, significantly different.

He'd taken your hand so that you could weave through the crowd ahead without losing each other. It took everything to not to let your heart leap from your ribs.

Once you'd made it through the crowd he released your hands avoiding your eyes. You both resumed your way back to the Casino silently.