Hm? I just meant that it wasn't, you know. Usually, if you're holding my hand, you're making sure I don't wander off or something.

[Not. Just holding it like that. He's not even sure if she had been able to see their hands under the table. Maybe. Vanitas probably assumed she would, or might notice, to have reached for him. To make it look authentic, that they were together. He's not sure how to explain it. He takes another mouthful of his meal and sips his drink, trying to ignore the slight heat he can feel on his cheeks and nose.]