I'm not sure, to be honest with you. I - I do not handle these... well. But I also don't... have them as others do.
[He looks down at his tea, then, thinking about it... then looks at his hands, holding onto his tea.
For some reason, his vision darts across his hands, as if he's looking at lots of little... somethings on them - And he opts to place his tea on the table, slowly and gently.]
... Would you... hold my hands, perhaps? Just - Just that.... please.
[Still looking at his hands - it's clear he's seeing... things. Whatever they are.]
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I'm not sure, to be honest with you. I -
I do not handle these... well. But I also don't... have them as others do.
[He looks down at his tea, then, thinking about it... then looks at his hands, holding onto his tea.
For some reason, his vision darts across his hands, as if he's looking at lots of little... somethings on them -
And he opts to place his tea on the table, slowly and gently.]
... Would you... hold my hands, perhaps? Just -
Just that.... please.
[Still looking at his hands - it's clear he's seeing... things.
Whatever they are.]