[ The feel of Dash's hand kept him from floating off into the violent memories and nightmares, something grateful bloomed within him because of it. Who knew such a chance encounter could become something so monumental but his mom used to say the best connections always were the unexpected.

She used to tell him time and time again he couldn't plan everything. Now, he understood.

Swallowing, he gave a slight nod. ] You're right, we can slowly get to know each other and not make it feel like it's an interview or something. [ Slyly, he attempted to squeeze Dash's hand back. He really, really liked it. ]

Do you have to get going home or do you maybe want to take a walk with me?