[He gives her a dubious look - she can handle it, of course she can, but that's such a crap thing to say that he's kind of on the fence about it in general, and still unsure whether she'd ask for help if she needed it. That's all he does, though; he doesn't doubt her aloud. She doesn't need that.]
[The question draws him up short. He should've expected it, but didn't, somehow.]
It's fading. It would be over already, but there were, uh, a lot in a row.
[He scrubs his hands over his face and lets them fall to his lap again.]
spam
[The question draws him up short. He should've expected it, but didn't, somehow.]
It's fading. It would be over already, but there were, uh, a lot in a row.
[He scrubs his hands over his face and lets them fall to his lap again.]
I might be freaking out a little. [Or a lot.]