[Phew, moment broken, at least somewhat. He shifts over to be leaning on her again, supportive, but he shakes off the spell of the inappropriate tension . . . and quickly wipes at his own eyes with the back of his hand. He's a little bit of a sympathetic crier, which is so uncool.]

Never been to your place before . . . you live with all those people? Ah, I'll only come over if you think—like, I don't wanna be there if they need time, y'know? But I guess it doesn't have to be now, anyway. . . . Thanks.