When she turns and he sees her crying, he feels a twinge of guilt. Maybe he shouldn't have pressed her, after all? Maybe he should have left well enough alone-- But when she wraps her arms around his neck, he tenses -- old Ravager instincts at work, honestly -- before slowly relaxing, snaking his arms around her (a tad awkwardly), to rub soothing circles on her back.

Once she pulls away, agrees to at least talk this out, he feels a quick wave of relief. He nods, then pulls her back to the table, helping her into her seat before reclaiming his own.

For a second, he's quiet, observing her quietly but with clear concern on his face. Then, he finally ventures, "Take your time, if you have to. Start from the beginning."