And after a few changes of seating... Anon was now closer to Celestia. Much closer. The change was simple: Anon had shuffled himself (and his chair) all the way down toward her at the end of her side of the table. He sat on her left, angling his seat toward her instead of directly under the table. This allowed for that closer feel, one that Celestia had taken the opportunity to utilize, much to Anon’s surprise. That’s why he was holding her hooves. 