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Ernie inhaled sharply at the touch of fingertips upon his palm. He held his breath as the fingers moved and felt it in more than just his hand. He was a very tactile person, and in some ways, a touch meant more to him than most words ever could. Touches rarely lied, and in this one he felt a loosening inside his chest, a reassurance, and again, hope.
"I don't mind," he said softly. "Food's good, but the company's better. And if your appetite's bigger than you expect, don't worry about it - I'm a healer, so I can afford it."
He shifted his fingers slightly, just the slightest bit of movement of his against Theodore's with no other purpose than to simply enjoy the touch. "You just let me know what night's good for you, and where you'd like to go, and I'll arrange it all. I just want the chance to get to know you better in a different way."