Vince walked over to
Eric's desk to
check out the new functions he'd just created, and while
he waited for
Eric to bring up the appropriate data,
Vince rested his hands on his shoulders, gentle, easy.
As one of those people who do not need rules of standard behaviour, there was nothing wrong with Vince putting his hands down like that. They are good hands, strong, restful.
I could have wept for someone's hands on my shoulders, protective for no reason. Easy.