The other night at Reservoir was Lawrence's goodbye. Which was bittersweet. Bitter because Lawrence is now gone (not bitter in that we hold a grudge, just that it's sad). But sweet because:

Ran turned around to talk to Felix, and simultaneously reached across the table to take my hand in hers. She held it for about a minute as Adrian, who was sitting beside me, and whose hand Ran believed she was holding, cracked up.

We both have soft hands, apparently.