Admittedly, Garrot also isn't the sort to get overly concerned about how this all looks. They're climbing a mountain and are two of the most important people in the world right now. So he just chuckles at the order, his comparatively massive hand enveloping Luka's and moving his fingertips like he's operating a ouija board.
"This one..." He moves their hands to a small, curved scar near his elbow. "...I fell out of a tree when I was younger. Never been a fan of the outdoors." There's a cynical little laugh there, but he waits a moment for Luka to keep poking and prodding.
And then he keeps going, guiding their hands through the dense and thick hair to their next clearing, a straight line, about half an inch long.
"I tried to toss a scalpel in the air and catch it." A sigh, wistful and amused. "Fucked that one up." But he seems a bit caught up in the memory. Luka could easily spend some time getting handsy, maybe even take control of the tour himself..
no subject
"This one..." He moves their hands to a small, curved scar near his elbow. "...I fell out of a tree when I was younger. Never been a fan of the outdoors." There's a cynical little laugh there, but he waits a moment for Luka to keep poking and prodding.
And then he keeps going, guiding their hands through the dense and thick hair to their next clearing, a straight line, about half an inch long.
"I tried to toss a scalpel in the air and catch it." A sigh, wistful and amused. "Fucked that one up." But he seems a bit caught up in the memory. Luka could easily spend some time getting handsy, maybe even take control of the tour himself..