Priestly started rubbing his thumb over the back of Claire's hand, and somehow that calmed him down just a little. She was right though, pointing out how much her dad wasn't a pushover, that didn't help all that much. But, he'd have to suck it up and deal with it anyway. And then she told him to relax. Uh huh. Right.
None the less, he gave her a soft smile as he nudged her back a little and continued to walk. Really, he wasn't sure of what to say, exactly, just then. And that was sort of odd for him. After all, Priestly, he was always running off at the mouth. It was just part of who he was, after all. So instead of talking when he didn't know what the fuck he'd say in the first place, he just kept in step with Claire and, once more, his free hand went up to twist at his libret piercing.