Rushing her wasn't on the agenda and when she stops and stares, he pulls up beside her wordlessly to stare himself, glancing down when her fingers found his again. He squeezed them softly and turned back to look with her.

"Took me three weeks before I could eat with other people like this," he admitted. "Wait til you think about grocery shoppin' or goin' to school." The words were slipped out with a deep inhale and exhale that spoke to how weird he'd found it.

"One thing at a time."