[He stands there, rocking back on his heels, almost restless -- because she's there, right there, and he can't decide which command in his brain is stronger; the one to go over to her, to help her, to comfort her, or the one that is telling him to stand back, maintain distance and not freak her out more than he's already done.]
Well, once, now that I'm here. [He makes a face, head tilted and clearly more awkward than he's ever been in her presence before. But then the confusion in her expression registers, and he takes an unnoticed step closer, his hand reaching out before he lets it fall again.]
Wait, you- you weren't there? When I got here again, before... [Well. Shit.]