He looks. Pensive mostly. Thoughtful. This feels like a big step and one that even he, in his isolation, knows the world hates and disapproves of. She has spoken so frankly he can't help but believe her though. He chews his lip for a few moments, pulling his hand away from her finally. She doesn't seem effected by it and he feels weirder and weirder the longer he touches her. Instead he folds his hands neatly in his lap, nodding just the once.

"If what you've told me about him is true," he murmurs, taking a short, affirming breath.
"Yes."