Aw fuck, what did he do? He sits up a little straighter, bewildered by her sudden shift into distress, and it's a moment before he lets the spoon drop against the edge of the bowl, reaching out tentatively.

"Um," he says. "Greta?" Should he be calling her mom? He can't bring himself to do that. "It's - it's fine, I'm okay. Are you?" After a long hesitation he brings his hand to rest awkwardly on her shoulder.