[ When Liem's fingertips land on Matt's wrist, Matt's breath sticks in his throat. His eyes go very wide for a moment, and his body very still. People have touched him since he lost his hand, of course. Xishen. His retainer, to help him bathe and get dressed and cut up his food. But apart from that, Matt's foregone his usual brothel visits, and he's been doing what he can to stay out of sight of the other residents of the Citadel. He and Kaeya talked about meeting up, but Matt's been avoiding him.

Liem's fingers brush gently down, down, skating towards the center of the symbol on his palm. As they do, Matt turns his hand slightly to offer him easier access. His fingers unfurl like slow petals. ]

Honestly ...?

[ Matt hesitates, looking not at Liem's face but his hand. ]

It feels like I got drunk and got a stranger's name tattooed.

I want to learn more about the Visionary. But the literature in the Citadel library is a little more ... morality play-like?