I reached across the counter, very hesitant to take his hands in my own. Slowly, I covered his calloused hands.
"I don't think you understand what you're asking me to do," I warned, "I will promise you that you aren't going to like everything that I unlock."
He twisted his hands underneath me and took my wrists and gave them a small squeeze, "Whatever is there, I can handle it. Don't worry about it Cam."
His eyes were filled and his mouth was shut loosely. I searched his face for some sort of clue or regret. I waited for him to retract his request. But he didn't.
"Right, then."
I closed my eyes for a moment. Pressing our palms together, I sat straight on my stool.
"What are you waiting for?"
I opened my eyes, seeing how impatient he was. Not answering, I took a breath; getting ready to let myself go.
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