Imagine it's 2007, your crush is over to play Wii but you've only got 1 controller
So you have to pass the Wiimote in turns
You accidentally brush hands when the remote is exchanged, "sorry", awkwardness, and the game resumes
But as the calm turn-taking of Wii Sports Bowling is replaced with the frantic exchanges of Warioware Smooth Moves your hands meet more and more
The same offering of the Wiimote, but contact lingers longer and longer, until neither of you let go
This too is Yuri