[The approval is sharp. It puts a metallic taste in the back of his mouth, like the moment he thought Lila was going to shoot him and then she didn't after all. He's alive suddenly, a touch reckless, and he has to squeeze his free hand shut until his nails bite into his palms.]
[Then he nods, demonstrates briefly, not long enough to strain his arm. His grip is almost right, but not quite.]
spam
[Then he nods, demonstrates briefly, not long enough to strain his arm. His grip is almost right, but not quite.]