"Hmm," Aurelie's smile stayed and brightened, even, when he squeezed her hand back. The grip wasn't comfortable, really. It was warm, and they were nervous, and in different circumstances it was almost unpleasant. Other circumstances, other hands. Maybe the other Aurelie wouldn't have liked this either. This one did. Her heart had grown a little wilder at the tilt of his cheek to her palm; there was some reluctance as she pulled it back. She saw it, the slight dimming of his smile, but it was too late and she was too self-conscious to reach back up.
Besides, she really did want his help with the bracelet. Even if he did have to take his hand from hers to do it. That was probably for the best, anyway--it gave her a chance to surreptitiously wipe her hands against her pinafore before holding out her right wrist.
"I-I mean, I'm sure I could have managed, uhm. Eventually." Aurelie was mumbling, she knew it. She could hear herself doing it, after all. Really, there was just something pleasing about the act of having him fasten it for her that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Foolishness, probably, like everything else was with her. Always foolishness.
He was just so very careful with it, Aurelie like watching the movement of his hands while he did it. Hands were something she didn't think about very often, but when she did they seemed terribly important. Fionn's hands, for instance, she liked in particular. More than her own, small and rough with all her nails bitten so low. A flush crept up her neck when she realized that he surely could see that about them. It was too late now, of course, to change her mind. He'd already almost finished his particular effort. She thought of the other week in the lab, and his buttons. Was it selfish of her to have asked? But no--he'd agreed to, and she wasn't going to allow herself to think too far down that road. It felt too much like pity more than consideration.
"Thank you. Yes, uhm," Aurelie looked up, meaning to catch his eye and smile, "...exactly. Yes." Oh bells and chimes, she really just couldn't handle it when he looked at her like that. Was that normal? If it wasn't, which one of them was more unusual--her for having this reaction, or him for inspiring it? Still, she was happy and it shone through on her face no matter what she did. His hands hadn't moved, so she reached to clasp them with her own again.
Aurelie smiled fondly down at her wrist. The first time she had ever worn anything on it at all. Would she know if he actually wore the other one? She didn't see him very often. He could have been lying to her, really, although it was a strange sort of lie if it had been. What purpose would there have been to that? The thought alone was nice enough. Something to share, or at least to imagine was shared. Aurelie still couldn't quite shake the feeling that she was deluded and silly. Letting herself get set up to be cast down later. She supposed she never would--it seemed to be her nature, after all.
A soft, reluctant sigh escaped her. The day was lovely, she was enjoying Fionn's company--she was happy. But she didn't have forever, a fact she felt like she was always the one to bring up. "I--we should probably... go. Soon. Hmm." She didn't so much as alter her grip; her reluctance was writ large on her face. When would she stop being such a--a complete drag? That, too, seemed to be her nature. She could only hope it wouldn't make her too tiresome too quickly.