Will swallowed thickly when she took his hand, his gaze following her fingers. "Not really. I have the dogs, and the cats occasionally. And Abigail, when she's home." Though he was almost sure she wasn't referring to that sort of lonely. It did seem like the safe answer. "I'm not usually good with people. Conversations especially." For a moment he looked from their hands, to her eyes. He couldn't hold them for long, but he had made an effort.