"Awkward in an 'I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to be doing right now, and I don't want to cock it up' sort of way?" Emma asked, a playful yet tired smile gracing her features as she slipped one hand out to take one of his, turning his hand down on the down, palm up, tracing her fingers idly over the lines.
"You have a really jagged fate line, you know," Emma said, looking up at him. "There's barely a point here that's connected."