they were watching Guardian of the Galaxy at his house.
he was cracking his knuckles.
“it feels good” he said.
“my knuckles dont crack like that” she said.
“i dont believe you” he said, as he reached over to grab her hand.
gently but firmly, he attempted to crack her knuckles for her.
alas, her knuckles dont crack.
“its okay” he said rather confidently, “i just wanted to hold your hand.”