Well he has made plenty of messes, nothing but, but he's willing to accept that this doesn't have to count as one of them. He sighs tiredly and looks at her, managing a nod. She's so damn nice. What does someone so nice want with him?

For a moment he's tempted to take her hand or something, would that be weird? but it turns out to be moot. He feels himself starting to get pulled back, away, somewhere else, or maybe nowhere.

"Shit," he hisses. "It's happening. Uh. If I - I don't see you again, uh, thank y-"

Mid-syllable, he unravels and is gone.