Didi squeezed his hand back. She'd taken a lot of hands in her time; it was unfair that she had the immediate thought she liked his best.

And his uncertainty was breaking her heart, especially since she'd already guessed as much. (He clearly didn't wear the bandages for fun.)

"I know," she said, and brought a finger of her spare hand up to brush down from his ear and toward his wrappings. "Can I -?"