"Anyone can carry a sword, like I said. It was obvious. Family though, not everyone has." His wandering away in his thoughts doesn't escape Molly, and it's not his first (nor last) cold read. This time, without breaking the eye contact, Molly brushes his inner palm again before finishing. It's...nice to feel someone else's hands again, though he's chalked it up to not doing a read in a while, instead of this 'Moonblessed' lore. He knows what being Moonblessed is, thanks anyways, Prismals.

"Your head and heart aren't connected, but they're really close. You're probably pretty good at keeping the two separate, except those few family lines. Typically, they run horizontal, away from work and success, right into the heart. Yours run right across it, from heart to head, connecting them. Work is your family, or family is your work, either way. It's quite uncommon. I have them too, and a very obvious lack of family to speak of, so. Take that how you will." Whoops, there's a little oversharing there. Considering they were really only half his own hands, Molly steers away from the subject.

"Your line of Neptune tells me you're not an open and ready to share kinda guy--so I won't press. But, long fortune made short; if you're here a while, reign in that vice when you're homesick. Your luck is shit, but not lethal. All good things in moderation. Make good friends, you'll be just ducky." His tail flicks, and Molly chuckles in spite of himself. "Probably should follow my own advice, honestly."