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You’d caught him right before he slipped his gloves on. He froze once he realized you had seen the monstrosities he called hands, scared to meet your gaze. Slowly he lifted his eyes to your face, expecting to see terror. He was waiting for you to yell. Scream. Run away from him. Any combination of those things. What he got was a lot different.
“You don’t have to hide them from me.” You spoke up quietly, motioning to his gloves. He fiddled with the glove for a moment before setting it back on the table.
“You’re not scared?” He was hopeful, he almost didn’t want to believe you. He was waiting for the other shoe to drop. For you to run scared.
“Of course not. They’re just hands, Jimmy.” Reaching out you gently took hold of his deformed hand, smiling up at his face. He smiled back in disbelief, hand quickly grasping back onto yours as a giant grin spread across his face.