Duma's eyebrows furrowed together as he stared at Samandriel's hand like it was a completely foreign object, like he didn't usually just get touched for no reason. He tried not to feel the ache of loneliness more than he usually did. And then he was right there, in Duma's face, foreheads together. Did he look like a startled rabbit? Probably. "I can't see why... But then, I can never seem to say the right words or do the right thing to blend in."