"Oh." Fred's hand slid down his arm to claim his hand. She didn't want him to just go; something was wrong. She'd made him feel worse, and she didn't want that. Her fingers softly squeezed his as she followed his gaze to the door.
"It's not as...it's more of an underground culture in my time. It was illegal from my time too. So, it's kind of..." She leaned in a little, her voice dropping to the range of the conspirator. "Dangerous and taboo for me." She laughed softly, trying to explain her reaction to it all.
"She broke your heart somehow." Her fingers tightened a little given his a soft squeeze. "I'm sorry. And, I don't mind. We all have bad nights." She squeeze his fingers again.
"I'm sorry. We could go for a walk if you want. Or you...you don't have to stay." She didn't want him to just go, certainly not in his current state of mind. "I don't mind being a shoulder to cry on, Christian."