A manicurist might have been his calling in another life. But he was able to at least put his hands away. On his lap, at first, then crossed, then flatly on the sofa. He was trying really hard to not touch, but it was all so very instinctive.

"We can't do this for however long it lasts, you know. If there's going to be rules? You better spell them out now before your body decides it needs to take a leak."