[That is to say, no dropping of the hands. The awkwardness is simply unavoidable, probably, so there's no helping that. But he won't let this be... distant. He's had enough of that in his life, even when it comes to something that's supposed to be as intimate as this. So the Psiioniic reaches down, entwining their fingers once again as he brings up one of Dualscar's hands up to his face.]
[Perhaps pointedly, even, he makes sure to kiss each one of his fingers. Twice. For good measure and not his own compulsions, really.]
[Then he slides off of the table and begins to pull Dualscar along.]
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[That is to say, no dropping of the hands. The awkwardness is simply unavoidable, probably, so there's no helping that. But he won't let this be... distant. He's had enough of that in his life, even when it comes to something that's supposed to be as intimate as this. So the Psiioniic reaches down, entwining their fingers once again as he brings up one of Dualscar's hands up to his face.]
[Perhaps pointedly, even, he makes sure to kiss each one of his fingers. Twice. For good measure and not his own compulsions, really.]
[Then he slides off of the table and begins to pull Dualscar along.]