rough, scarred, and calloused hands on top of yours
His hands somehow managed to be cold and warm at the same time but you were far too out of it to even notice it at the moment
Everything felt like it was crashing down on you
Rubbing your knuckles with his thumb as he tried to calm you down as much as he could- he could sense your dread and sorrow after all
Pyramid Head wasn't human, humanoid yes, but human no. He didn't know how to deal with and comfort human emotions so all he could do was do what he usually did; give you affection
You sat in his lap as he held you close to his chest, one hand holding your leg and the other holding your hand
His hands moved to yours as he opened your palm and traced a question mark, his way of asking what was wrong
You didn't feel like talking
You didn't feel like doing anything
He understood
You only shook your head slightly, staying where you were. You buried your face further into his chest, hoping he would also take that for an answer- and he did
He closed your hands and went back to holding them, trying to be gentle yet his grip was still slightly tight and firm