Isamu stared at their clasped hands with wide eyes, his entire arm tingling from the contact. He didn't draw his hand away, even though perhaps he should. But something about the feeling of the contact took over him, freezing him for several moments. Eventually, he felt his face and body begin to warm, going red all over, but he still couldn't find words to react or move. Slowly, he smiled, forcing words out slowly even as he left their hands entwined, "It is okay. I do not think I mind. And I am glad that my words can provide you such comfort."