When she took his hand, he watched their hands together on the table for a moment before looking back at her. It seemed like she understood, but of course she didn't know the whole story. He had to leave it here, though. He had to let her think that was all there was to it.
Giving her a small smile, he said, "Thank you," simply and then moved his hand out from under hers to take a sip of water. "You realize that awful lunch conversation is what you get with your taste in lunch dates, right?" He asked, his eyes and his posture relaxing a little bit. Suddenly he leaned forward in his seat and tucked a stray piece of blond hair behind her ear and gave her a real smile. "Thank you, really," he said far more sincerely while sitting back in his chair, feeling self-conscious for the sudden display.