I laugh, and shake my head, looking up at him through my bangs after. "No, mine really needs to go last."

I shift a little closer to him, and reach for his hand. No one's paying attention to us, not that that would stop me, but it's nice having a private stolen moment of affection like this.

And someday I'll be able to really feel them again, beyond clinical information about hand shape and his pulse rate and such.

Hopefully.