"They gave up," he echoed once more. Then rethought why she was repeating his statement, making him look at her with just the slightest hint of being self conscious about his views on the film. "Or... did I not interpret that correctly? From what I could tell, they gave up. What I know of human emotions, if they feel strongly enough, they decide to fight for that. Like how I fought against my orders and for Free Will, in an attempt to stop the Apocalypse." It was one of the things he could liken it to, despite how they were on opposite sides of that war at the time. Times had changed since then, which was proof that much like with them, things could have changed with Rick and Ilsa in the film, but he was sticking steadfast to the idea that if they truly believed they could fight to be together, then they would have at least tried. Rather than give up and accept being apart from one another as their fate.
He watched carefully as her hand came close to touching him, a move that caused his hand to begin to move in accordance to that, but stopped short whenever he realized she wasn't continuing. He'd wanted to touch her, had that urge to do so and seeing her almost do just that, it made him react. And then he wished she had touched him. Had given that contact and could feel himself deflate just a bit, because of it. Not to the point of seeming like he was truly defeated by it, but rather akin to relaxing his posture to the point of getting more comfortable.
"What is it that we should do?" He was curious as to what she was about to suggest, because now there was that confusion within him. The want to touch her, the knowledge that he felt something deep, something that almost felt like what they were talking about between two characters in the film and then, that need to know what she was about to say.