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Hand in hand, that was how they liked it. After centuries of loneliness, decades of memories and experiences best forgotten, they were happy just to have some form of contact with each other. Even something as simple as the friction between two sets of fingers filled the pair with such a level of comfort and euphoria that they felt embarrassed to discuss it, despite the almost desperate bond that they shared. Still, casual glances carried enough weight for the pair to understand that the feelings were at least somewhat mutual. They couldn't even remember where they had just been, only the passing glances, the intertwining of fingers, and the