Demyx/Reader: “Your hands are so much larger than mine.”

You reached out to grab the knitting needles before Demyx dropped the stitch he had hanging between them.

“Now hang on,” you breathed, “I don’t want you to drop that.”

He relaxed his hands, bringing the needles together, slackening the yarn.

“What am I supposed to do?” He asked, “because this clearly isn’t working.”

You rested your hands on his reassuringly, laughing to yourself at the difference in size between your hands and his. “Wow. Your hands are so much larger than mine,” you giggled. “Okay, so the thing here is that you want to drape the yarn over the crossed needles, then hook it on the one in your left hand…”