Aleksandr felt his cheeks burning as Nadia grabbed him in such a friendly manner, "I'm glad you were not waiting long," he managed to spill from his mouth as she dragged him in a direction around the garden, "It is a nice garden," he let out a small, sheepish laugh, feeling the light hairs on his back rise as his sister forced a bond between them. 

She was so tiny and fragile compared to him. He wasn't sure how there could be such height differences in the family, but it did not matter. He did not mind them. He actually enjoyed them. She was so small, pulling his large body (in comparison to hers) around the garden.

He her hands were small and tiny. He removed her hands from his arm and held one in his hand, "Is it alright if we walk like this?" His voice was deep, and compassionate. They were siblings after all. What was wrong with them holding hands?