action;
[It's like flipping a switch, the way he stops dead in his tracks at the slightest touch of her hand. He didn't get very far to begin with, didn't even really leave his spot but any desire to leave - to escape - is gone without a trace. He moves his hand under hers, not away but rather around, turning it palm up to hold hers. ]
I'm really sorry. [A pained look. This worries him, because he's no good at it. He's not great at friends and he's definitely not great at... whatever she is right now, but he can't afford to lose her. He just can't.]