Georgia was watching him carefully when she touched his cheek, not necessarily to see his reaction, but because she was curious about him all together. When he mouthed her thank you, one side of Georgia's mouth shifted into a wry smile. He was more different than she had ever noticed before, and it was quite refreshing, actually.
One thing Georgia did notice, however, was that he didn't avoid her eyes then. And she found herself looking for something in his, trying to find something unnamed. When he cleared his throat she was thankful for it, she turned her head and pretended as if they were absolutely perfect.
As she signed, Georgia couldn't help but noticing (a fact which was evident on her face in the form of a sly smirk) his inability to speak to her. Was it always when she was touching him that it took his breath from him? She proceeded to her name, using their hands to form the letters. A faint idea of what was going on began to form in her mind, but she felt as if she had known him forever, and so what if she touched his hands.
"See!," she said softly, looking up at him with her face lit with a smile, "those are our names." Georgia set his hand down gently, and settled her own not too far away, two of her fingers still on his. She felt as if they were in a weird place between awkward and comfortable, and it made her stomach light with butterfly's.