Palm to Palm. Hands clasped or fingers intertwined.

It was his way of letting you know he was there, his way of allowing you to ground yourself when you felt like your knees would give out at any given moment, his way of telling you he’d make sure you were okay.

It was your way of letting him know he made you feel safe, your way of allowing him to connect with someone when he felt alone, your way of telling him you needed him or were there if he needed you.

When he grabbed your hand it was firm; reassurance. When you grabbed his hand it was gentle; secure.

He had a tendency to to rub his thumb along yours to provide comfort, while you traced over his palm and fingers to feel every line and detail.

His hands were not quite calloused, but rough enough to show that he was willing to put in the work.

And when your hands collided, you were connected on a level neither of you could really explain but the change could be felt and it was bliss.