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He's perfectly content to let her hold his hand. In fact, it's a little balancing so to speak. He's have withdrawals and attempting to get used to the idea of not being spidey-tastic. It throws him off balance, makes him more awkward and makes him feel like he's moving in a pool of quicksand. He might even cling to her hand a little.
"Well...I've watched a lot of Chinese food places fry rice." He laughs awkwardly at her question. "No. Aunt Mae doesn't even let me in her kitchen unless it's to grab a glass of milk or leftovers out of the frige. She starts snapping her dish towel at me when I get too close to the stove."