He came into your shop like normal, sitting at the counter and just watching you, thankfully the shop was slow today so it wasn't a big deal and your boss didn't care that he was there like he normally did. Though the atmosphere changed when Harlequin mentioned something about his hand and placed his elbow on the counter. "You know dear one, my hand has been bothering me for a while now."

"And you came to me instead of going to see Doctor?" You asked and raised an eyebrow softly as you looked at him with a slight facial expression of confusion. You grabbed his wrist and started examining his hand.

He faltered for a second, not expecting you to actually grab his hand, and he tensed up as he looked between his own hand and yours.

"Is it really that bad?, you tensed immediately as I grabbed your hand." You mentioned as you grabbed his hand with both of your own, massaging his hand to try and relax the constricted muscles in his wrist. "Are you sure you didn't dislocate your hand? Your wrist feels really tight Harle.." 'Wow, his hand is so big..' You thought to yourself as you still held his hand.

He was silent for a few seconds. "Uh, uhm.. I-I'm not sure.." He hesitated as he looked between yours and his own hand again, still caught off guard. He wasn't expecting his stupid excuse of wanting to hold hands to actually work.