There was only a small hesitation before he took Rossi's hand. He normally didn't like touching people, but that was more because he wasn't comfortable with getting too close to people he didn't know. He knew Rossi, and his only discomfort with being close came from the butterflies in his stomach.

He couldn't help but be reminded of two teenagers, awkwardly holding hands while watching a movie. It was amusing, since if anything, he was the awkward teenager, and Rossi was moving slowly to accommodate him.