Turning his head, he kept his eyes on her. He didn't know what to say to her that would make her better and for the most part, he knew he couldn't make it all better. This was just ... this. He hated it because he could always save her and now he was coming up empty.
"I'll ... I'm going to go talk to Faith." He said and put down the bag of chips. Rubbing her arm, he got her attention again before promising her, "I'll be right back."
Getting up, he made his way to the door and headed out, shutting it behind him. He found Faith in the living room and sat down on the arm of the couch.