His chest was tight, worried, anxious. Something was wrong. "You're not fine," he responded, trying to see around her to read her face. Her shoulders and the wall blocked him. When she looked back and requested he hold up his side he stopped a moment, lips parted.
I don't want to, he responded in his mind. I'm scared to. He nearly asked her if it was safe.
After a pause he nodded. "Yeah. I will. You just... keep eating, okay?"