[It's funny, because it doesn't even occur to him consciously what he's doing, he just does it, gently rubbing over the tender, reddened skin of her fingertips, her fingers, her palms. He's always marveled at how lovely and small her hands always seem, and yet to actually feel the calluses he logically knew should be there is still surreal. And while his own fingers work with efficiency as well as care, the realization lingers in his mind.]
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