[He's surprised when she takes his hands, but he doesn't pull away either. It's a kind gesture from a kind person, but...he knows what the end of that sentence should be, and it's a lot easier said than done. He smiles politely, but he can't seem to hold that gaze. He doesn't meet her eyes.]
...Yeah. Yeah, we do.
[Though it feels more like Cami's got him and he's just drifting along, unable to really be a sufficient support for anyone. It doesn't feel balanced, so it's hard not to feel like she's just saying it to be nice, or to make him feel better. He does appreciate it though, and after an awkward moment of being unsure how to express that, he squeezes her hands back. ]
Um. ...Thank you. I-I'm. [No. Say it clearly.] I'm sorry if I made you worry, or anything.
[It hadn't been his intention. He just kind of...got swept up in searching and freaking out.]
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...Yeah. Yeah, we do.
[Though it feels more like Cami's got him and he's just drifting along, unable to really be a sufficient support for anyone. It doesn't feel balanced, so it's hard not to feel like she's just saying it to be nice, or to make him feel better. He does appreciate it though, and after an awkward moment of being unsure how to express that, he squeezes her hands back. ]
Um. ...Thank you. I-I'm. [No. Say it clearly.] I'm sorry if I made you worry, or anything.
[It hadn't been his intention. He just kind of...got swept up in searching and freaking out.]