When she takes his hand, his own stays loose. It shakes in a way what she'll feel. His thoughts run all over not being allowed to touch, then back around again and again.

He listens intently, watching everywhere but her face as he does. She may not mean it as she does, but it's much easier to take it as such. He can stay as he is asked then. He'll try his best not to lose sight of her.

He'll do whatever she needs him to do, be wherever she needs him to be. He won't leave her alone.

He gives a single firm nod. Yes, he understands.

Distantly, he hopes that don't just make for all the more trouble.