Mono considered the question carefully. He wasn’t averse to touch so much as he wasn’t used to it from people other than Six back in his world. Though his instincts to hold the hands of a friend were still pretty strong here when he made them. “I dunno… I guess it’s okay? If it’s supposed to be a good thing, um… As long as I know you’re gonna do it?” Did that sound weird? He wasn’t sure, but it needed to be said. He was used to being chased and grabbed at by the things in his world, so it might startle him otherwise.