"Wild." Is all he can get off of his lips for a second, the idea of making some money and-- manna?-- by just chilling and holding hands seemed like an easy proposition on the surface. Enough that he might have taken it for a prank if no one had mentioned anything similar to it to him before now. Not a very great prank, but harmless-ish as far as hand-holding and cuddling went. At least for most people.

A hand raises and he rubs it against his chest, a sort of nervous gesture like he might release some of the pressure there. It doesn't help, it never does, and yet it's something that was burned into him, a habit of sorts. His breath escaped slowly and he just nodded. It didn't feel as insurmountable as everything else, in a way. Maybe because being kidnapped to a magical-gem land just tended to override the "little" idiosycracies that might have been bothersome in a normal place.

"I guess I'll just have to give up my position as the leader of your Fanclub before I hold your hand." There's an impish flicker to his gaze, a slight squint of amusement as he teased back-- that was a lot easier than the other thought that was suddenly eating away at his brain like some sort of worry-borne bacteria. He can't ignore it though and realizes he needs to know an answer before he even takes another two steps.

"Is it just-- stuff about the person you're 'synching' with, that they know? Or... everything?"