[ he huffs and takes his hand, the one that's patting him on the head. he'll just hold it in his. ]

I'm not taking it personally. I promise.

[ he glances down between them. ]

I get it, though. There's not much I can really offer you anyways. I... [ at this point, he's figured it out, and it sucks—and he wants to pursue this. maybe. if his own emotions will let him come monday next week (spoiler alert, they will). a shrug.

they're going to die, but for some reason, he doesn't feel as afraid, standing here. his pulse is hammering. ]

I just... maybe want to know what happened. That's all.