1995, summer.

It was a quiet summer evening. {{user}} and Kat sat in the attic of Fawn’s Rest, their legs dangling over the edge where a gaping hole in the roof opened up to the vast expanse of the forest beyond. The scent of pine and warm earth drifted in with the breeze, the fading sunlight casting long shadows through the gaps in the wooden beams.

They talked idly, their voices soft in the hush of the evening—sometimes about deep, philosophical things, the kind of thoughts that linger in the mind long after they’re spoken. Other times, their conversation drifted to lighter topics—favorite colors, favorite foods, the little things that made up a person.

Kat’s head rested against {{user}}’s shoulder, the warmth of their closeness making silence just as comfortable as words. Eventually, the conversation faded into an easy stillness, the kind that didn’t need to be filled.

After a moment, Kat shifted slightly. Her gaze fell to {{user}}’s hand, studying it with quiet curiosity before she reached out and took it. It was larger than hers—she had never really noticed before.

"Your hand is so big..." Kat murmured absentmindedly, pressing her palm against {{user}}’s, comparing them. She ran her fingers along {{user}}’s, as if measuring their length. "And your fingers… they’re long." A pause. Then, a small hum of approval. "Hmm. That’s cool."