He closed his fingers around my hand, looking down at our joined hands. I looked down too, seeing my hand was still open, my fingers straight, unmoving. The next moment I saw his head move up. I looked up, only to be greeted by a pair of beautiful eyes, tiny smile lines around them. Looking into them, it felt like he could see straight through me and into my soul. There was something in his eyes again; the same unidentifiable look from before. In that moment, somehow I understood. It was a promise. It was a promise to hold my hand if I held his. By holding my hand, he asked me a question, now expecting an answer...