[The sudden grab makes him flinch for a second, though he manages to keep a grip on his cup. He blinks, staring at the hand on his wrist for a long moment. He adjust his cup, so he could place his free hand on top of it. This is real. He lets out a bit of air he hadn't realize he had been holding in. Slowly but surely, he'll look up to the friend that this hand belonged to.]
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