He definitely needed to talk. He'd been shot and he'd been pretty fucking scared. He didn't blame Cat for wanting to go help her friends.. he'd have done the same. But not before making sure Cat was okay. Not if he was going to be completely out of reach from her. When he'd been attacked by the werewolf that turned him, he'd woke up in the hospital alone, then, too. He'd sure as fuck been scared, then. But at least nurses were around.
This time, he actually had someone he was close to, and he couldn't even get in touch with her. Had he just asked her if she wanted to go get a turkey leg? Yes.. but he, at least, wouldn't be alone, then. He didn't like admitting that he'd been scared.
True, it had been far from funny, what she was like in Danvers. It had worried him terribly. But now that she was no longer possessed, he could poke a little fun at it in his special Callum way.
When Catherine insisted that he put his arms back around her, he couldn't help the way his face started to twist in that way that it did just before you broke into a fucking sob, so he quickly leaned back in to wrap his arms back around her in a tight embrace. He buried his face against her as he held on, and did his best to not to lose his composure too much.
He hadn't wanted to admit to Catherine that he'd been fucking scared.. and he hadn't wanted to let her see him cry. So much for that. He hugged her closer, sniffling, "I don't know.." he lifted his face up from the crook of her neck and let his chin rest atop her shoulder, "I just want to see you.. I want to be with you, and I want you to be okay.. I.. I want this." He wanted to have that physical contact and he wanted to hold her, and he wanted her to hold him. If she was still pissed off at him about his idiot mistake with Namah, that was fine. At least she was letting him be close.