He watched her closely as she spoke, the gentle squeezing at his hands encouraged him more. She seemed at a loss for words, just as he was, and it made the fact that he wanted to do something other than talk quite suddenly. His head descended, only a small bit, his heart picking quickly up even with the small action. Another moment and he seemed to catch himself, he blinked and straightened quickly, wetting his lips timidly.
She squeezed his hands and turned away, he shifted back a half a step and averted his gaze down and to the left. That had been close, and it could have been very bad. Or very good... He nodded as she spoke, putting on a small, somewhat forced smile. "Yes.... I... Have a good evening," he offered quietly, watching her move away.