Ranara and her little daughter Azabel move to Urtho's Tower when the latter can say six words ("up", "mama", "milk", "no", "now", and "please") and hasn't started to walk yet. Ranara sets up to teach little children to read, ones who don't have evident Gifts yet - Ranara herself has Mindspeech, is all, with about a classroom's worth of range. Azabel sits in on classes, worn on her mother's back or later plopped in a corner with toys or, when she's only four, plopped in a corner with a book, younger than the other kids in the class. When Azabel has in fact sat through her mother's curriculum she is turned somewhat loose, to walk very carefully up and down and around the Tower, exploring.
:Oh! I - would you want to go stargazing, I think I would like that a lot? ...I think I might want to hold hands but I haven't, er, done that before. In this context:
Ma'ar squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, visibly thinking. :It would make me happy, I think? I - guess it's quick to test. If that were all right with you:
Ma'ar hesitates, and then reaches out and rests his hand over his; after a second he weaves his fingers through hers as well.
"- I like that," he says, out loud, after a moment. He's watching her closely.
It's nice. Not zero awkward but a much more expected amount of awkward for one's first handholding. "Well, that's promising, then."
She could ask if - no, if she has to ask every single time she considers touching him this will not work at all. Perhaps the Weird Hug Argument was a fluke or he's outgrown it or something. She scoots nearer and leans her head on his shoulder.
Ma'ar holds very still for a moment, and then his breath sighs out, and he reaches across his lap with his other hand to replace the first hand and its accompanying arm, which he slips - very slowly and tentatively and waiting to see if she'll object - around her shoulders.
Oh good, they are not having a weird fight at all. Instead they are having a snuggle. It's nice.
It is nice! Ma'ar is content just to appreciate the niceness of snuggling for a minute or two.
"So, uh, what...now...?" he says uncertainly after a while.
"I think I'd like doing that a lot." He squeezes her shoulders slightly.
"Sure. We can do tonight." Ma'ar pauses, like he has something else to say but isn't sure enough of himself to say it.
After a long hesitation: "Is - there something in particular that you want? Here? From me?"
"...I meant more right now, or in the next few days? But in general too, I guess."
"I don't really know what I like in - relationships, yet. People... kiss, and go on dates, and plan stuff around each other, but I don't have all the detail from first principles. I think in good relationships people form really good models of each other so they can do stuff for each other without all the friction of asking which I guess I might be feeling the lack of right now but probably it can't be rushed."
"That would be really neat. If I had that good a model of you. I...don't know if I can do that, but hopefully I can learn."