A Hand to a Hand

I looked up at Ara, and saw a bit of his hair had fallen over his eye. I reached up, and pushed it away from his eye gently, pushing it to the side. Ara's hand went up, and  I pressed my hand to his cheek.  He  laid his hand  on mine, keeping in on his cheek. He closed his eyes. "Are you alright, Ara?" I asked softly. 

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