Reid's fingers brushed against Rossi's knuckles as they moved to the back of his hand, and he started to retrace the lines with his lips. He ghosted his lips along the fate line, then heart line, then head line, then life line. The creases, unique only to Rossi, were memorized, examined, interpreted.

Then he drew away, closing Rossi's hand and intertwining their fingers.

"I like your hands."

By now, the movie was all but forgotten.