He was fine, if he kept telling himself that than he could possibly, maybe, believe it himself. That he would be fine, that what Helen, was not doing, would be fine by him, that the little things were just her signs of friendship. Of how much she cared, and he shouldn't think it more than that. If he told himself that, well he could at least keep them on good terms no matter what happened.

But her hand, that was confusing things. He had closed his eyes when he felt her fingers in his hair, enjoying the feeling more than likely far too much than he should, and he took a breath at her hand on his shoulder. He didn't move it, didn't shrug it off, instead he left it there, enjoying the contact.

But the confusion. Even his mind couldn't figure it out, and he was the smartest of them all practically. She had made all the indications that she cared more than she said she did, and yet he was certain she didn't want, what he did but, the touching. The words when she didn't watch it, all of it.

It was making things difficult.

But he looked her in the eyes, and smiled, slightly, letting out a long breath as he moved his hand off her arm up to gently, hesitantly, cup her cheek. "Recent, events have been rather trying is all." He would never turn it on her, not after what had happened earlier.