[There is the feeling of her hair brushing along his open palms as his hand disengages, and that is the first moment in which he realizes she had turned to face him. His arms stayed up, floating uncertainly in the air between them, almost in a gesture of surrender... but he didn't even register them at all. His eyes were locked on hers, doing the best he could see if she was about to tell him that she was joking, and to stop being so serious.
But he found nothing of the sort, and it was both the most touching thing and also somewhat frightening to him. His face probably showed that off, in waves, as he tried to sort out what to say. He was starting to say something, wasn't he?]