"All you have to do to get free tutoring from Caleb is let me give you swim lessons… Hey, wait!" Reid grabbed the girl's hand as she turned to shut the door of her room, but held it curiously, turning the olive-skinned hand palm-side up between his larger ones. She gave him a look generally reserved for the kind of possibly deranged homeless people that follow you into dark alleys. "Your hands are really rough." Which wasn't entirely true, he decided, as he inspected her smooth palms and the fingers that didn't become callused until they reached the tips. "Are you a lesbian?" He smirked. "Cause that would explain a lot." A sound wrenched from the girl, somewhere between a squawk and a snort.
"If all boys were like you I'm sure I would be, but as of now I can't say I am."
"What's up with these, then?" He shook her hand slightly in his, as if she needed reminding of what they'd been talking about.
"I play the guitar, sometimes."
"A guitar from the dark ages. It looks like you play with steel strings." She frowned, brows furrowing slightly, eyes unreadable.
"I do." Reid's eyes flicked back to her fingertips in surprise, and he lifted them into the light of the hallway. The calluses on her left hand fingers were thick, and whitish against the pink of her hand. The pad of her ring finger had cracked, and been filled with what looked like superglue.
"Are you a masochist?"
"I must be, if I'm willingly subjecting myself to this conversation." Reid lifted her hand quickly, and before she reacted he kissed the glued finger and dropped her hand.
"All better?" He asked before turning and walking down the hallway. Holly stood in her doorway for some time, eyebrows knit in confusion as she cradled her left hand against her chest.