He accepts the terms, moving his hands away, but then there's the dilemma of where the fuck he's supposed to put them. Sweeney rests them in the grass at his sides, but at the tingling sensation she's already nudging through his skin, her quickly realizes that grabbing it isn't going to stop him from doing shit.

Sweeney lifts his hands again, not to her, but perpendicular to the ground where his elbows are resting. He swallows as his focus dances anywhere but her while he does his best to calculate a solution. He considers resting his head on them, but has another spark of inspiration.

The movement is slow and deliberate, far from natural, but he manages to rest his hands back slightly above his head. Not nearly close enough to cross or press both with one hand, but nevertheless, a very new and somewhat uncomfortably vulnerable position.

Try things that are unfamiliar.

He doubts this was on the list when the advice was given, but it is no less apt.