Damn right both hands were taken. It was an opportunity to bask in both the niceness of it as well as the strangeness. Because there was absolutely no denying that it wasn't both. Nice to be able to touch in the real world, and strange that it had to be done this way. But for now? As long as there were not fire ants under the skin for either of them? Might as well use the situation. Big hands and all -- that comment met with a shrug and expression stating, guilty as charged.
"Neither of us are great at the decision-making thing." A comment of commiseration. "So you have a little more power than expected too and it went a little haywire. Or maybe it was a side-effect of something else, maybe the lightsaber." He didn't know, but there were any number of potential explanations. "Once it's all sorted again, we can both turtle up for a while and not do anything with the powers. Power-sabbatical." A beat. "Apart from my group therapy, because I know someone upstairs is going to be super disappointed in there being no cool table, so he'd gonna have to talk about it." Obviously.
Laughter. Perfect. "Otter in the headlights." And then, a little bit of extra umph into the smile, just because he could. "I'm just working 'em out for you while you keep the clouds company for me." Seriously, how did her neck not hurt doing this?
Squeezing both hands before letting one go so they could keep hold and just... walk for a bit, following the windows of the circular structure, still enjoying the openness of the area to breath and be. "This is our life." A comment that, after a moment of walking, of being, was spoken in a bright, happy tone. "I love you," David added, looking up again, smile still there. "Weirdness and all. But I think we really need to start brainstorming that life-alteringly awesome Christmas gift for Melanie. And uh, Ptonomy with a New Zealand accent? Wow."