He folds her hand in his own, squeezes her fingers. What else can he say? Like so many small kindnesses she has bestowed upon him, Ellis lacks the words to fully express his gratitude. There's no way to frame the gesture for her. She's missing too much context and Ellis can't bring himself to provide it for her.
After a moment, he clears his throat, smiles sideways at her as his gaze lifts from where his hands cup hers over the cover of the book.
"You're going to have to help me name those chickens, you know. I've been promised six chicks in the spring."
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He folds her hand in his own, squeezes her fingers. What else can he say? Like so many small kindnesses she has bestowed upon him, Ellis lacks the words to fully express his gratitude. There's no way to frame the gesture for her. She's missing too much context and Ellis can't bring himself to provide it for her.
After a moment, he clears his throat, smiles sideways at her as his gaze lifts from where his hands cup hers over the cover of the book.
"You're going to have to help me name those chickens, you know. I've been promised six chicks in the spring."