He ruffles the back of his hair, as he stood and watched her. His mouth opened, beginning to offer her some assistance, but realized her frustrations at him and the circumstances, that may not be feasible at this time.

So he moves and sits on the edge of her bed, picking up a slipper and just running his fingers over the texture of the rubber bottom. "This isn't the end, you know, of us." He speaks softly, avoiding her gaze, "I can come back."