[This is something he can understand. Sometimes it spills over, it has to, but most of the time he keeps things bottled up - it's not relevant or important or something that anyone else needs to know. Not until it comes to the surface and that in itself can be a very ugly thing.
So he gets it. He won't press, not much at least and even more so he'll make sure he's available when that last drop falls in the chalice.
He lets her lead him across the floor, attention torn between her back and their surroundings. Trying to think of something to say, just ot break the silence.]