[He nods and releases Cliff, as if that exhale is a proper answer in itself. It may as well be.]
Take your time.
[He takes his own, pressing a palm against his side where he'd been touched, then squeezing his hand with the other, like trying to work out some old ache. That's not the case now. He frowns to himself, mutters, Hang on, then heads out of the room to look for whatever bit of cloth or hand towel Cliff has around. When he returns, he holds one out to Cliff with the other draped over his own hand.]
I've got an idea that feels very stupid but I think it might help.
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Take your time.
[He takes his own, pressing a palm against his side where he'd been touched, then squeezing his hand with the other, like trying to work out some old ache. That's not the case now. He frowns to himself, mutters, Hang on, then heads out of the room to look for whatever bit of cloth or hand towel Cliff has around. When he returns, he holds one out to Cliff with the other draped over his own hand.]
I've got an idea that feels very stupid but I think it might help.