Sorry, Greta, he's contemplating his life right now.

He starts a little as she clasps his hands, having not noticed her movement. But when he lifts his gaze to hers, it's with a smile. It's faint, but it's there. "It's okay." Lightly, he extricates his hands to take hers instead. "Really. It isn't usually like this. They've just been worked up lately."

Which is totally his fault. He recognizes that, even as he still doesn't really regret it.