What can she do? He wants to tell her something but he just bites his lip and nods to acknowledge it. It's sweet of her to offer and he wants to like her company, but there's still something, just tickling at the edge of his awareness. Something about her that's making him - he can't even put a name to it. It's like he wants to push her away but why, why would he want that? It doesn't make any fucking sense.

He's interrupted from percolating over this bullshit by a sudden shift in their surroundings - abruptly, they've reached the bottom of the stairs. Now they're in an expansive dark room, much like ones he's dreamed about before. Great. If they can just find a door - or hell, even a wall. There's no walls here anymore, just big, dark, empty space. He could make a door, maybe, if there was a wall.

"Okayyy," he says hesitantly. "Well, this is... progress, maybe." He starts to creep out into it. "Stay close," he advises, trying really hard not to sound totally shit scared.