[And while Allen's got his hand lifted up, Clay catches it with both his own, then pulls it towards him enough to press a kiss against the palm, then maneuvers it to rest his cheek against it. Yeah, he knows Allen can't really feel those sensations, but the affection he feels for him is still there, and it wouldn't have mattered if it was the right or left arm.
... Well, affection and something else. And with that thought, he'll take that hand and hold it as he moves towards the pilot's station.]
Heeey, I'm gonna put the ship in auto-pilot, okay? It should get us back fine.
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That's good.
[And while Allen's got his hand lifted up, Clay catches it with both his own, then pulls it towards him enough to press a kiss against the palm, then maneuvers it to rest his cheek against it. Yeah, he knows Allen can't really feel those sensations, but the affection he feels for him is still there, and it wouldn't have mattered if it was the right or left arm.
... Well, affection and something else. And with that thought, he'll take that hand and hold it as he moves towards the pilot's station.]
Heeey, I'm gonna put the ship in auto-pilot, okay? It should get us back fine.