*blinks at you, wide-eyed, all the seconds he needs to process what you're saying played out on his face (as his brows knit and his mouth turns down)*
*feels he's been silent a very long time and understands it's his turn to say something (but what do you say to that?)*
*stammering, as his stomach churns and he tries to work through the simple shock of it* I- I- Oh. I see. *isn't remotely aware that he's gripping your hand so very tightly, holding on for dear life*