You wrapped your own hands around his shaking and trembling hands. They have not been still ever since the bet on his life.

“I’m fine. A bet on my life, sure, but I’m always lucky! You needn’t worry,” he said, trying to reassure you but you didn’t believe him one bit.

A bet on his life? What was he thinking? Saying yes to that?

His hands continued trembling, but despite that and all his complaining, he didn’t take his hand away. It was almost as if he wanted you to care at the same time.