[His fingers twitch a little as she takes his hand into her own, but he doesn't pull away. After a few moments of that, and staring at his own hand, he closes his fingers around hers. She's warm, and he suddenly realizes his cheeks are starting to warm, too. Strangely, though, he can't bring himself to mind.]
[He's scared. He doesn't know how this kind of thing works, and he doesn't even know if this... bond between them is just forged out of fear and tension or some sort of actual affection. But she's warm, and real, which is more than he can say for the grasping hands of his nightmares.]