You pull it out.
You pull it out of the bookcase and suddenly the whole room is
rumbling and shaking. The bookcase slowly rolls to the side, revealing
a hidden opening. It is pitch black in the hole, and an odd smell is
exuding from it. But you said you'd explore, so you must. You look at
Dave, and he takes your hand and squeezes it tightly. You guys
wouldn't ever hold hands in public, but there's no way you're going
into that hole without holding onto something. Dave's hands are soft
but cold. "Uh, dude, you sure you want to do this?" He nods,
determined. "Fine. Just make sure you don't leave me alone."
You let go of his hand and instead grab tightly onto his arm. With his
free hand he holds one of the hands you have wrapped around him.
Feeling completely masculine and safe, you walk
in.
