pocketed danny no small shake clench of wet fist jammed bit of self sitting across the table eye to eye you can't see this the other hand, my free demonstrative hand gestures the air, is caught by your hand, checked for nervousness and proves itself, myself, calm, dry with your damp volcanic heat palm that rodent races around my free fingers. to be fair I let you into my secret. I pull out the pocketed nervous hand that hasn't dried off by its fluff talk. it is as nervous as you feel. comforts you massaging each of your fingers, strokes out in the open 090226 what's it to you? who go blather from