He finds himself holding his breath, his gaze raised towards the corner of the ceiling. Not sure what to expect and also maybe partly not letting himself relax. The knuckles on the fist resting atop his knee turn white before he lets a slow breath out through his nose and opens his hand.

His gaze drops to meet hers for a moment and his lips move as if he's about to say something. That hard stare tinged with confusion turns buttery soft when she counters his wariness with silent reassurances, and his eyes narrow but the original words don't come.

"...yeah."