[The kneejerk reaction of panic is back when he's shooed away, but he gets the picture pretty quickly and meekly disentangles himself and gives them more room. The smile...isn't as good a sign as it could be, but given the circumstances, he'll absolutely take it and cling to that little hope.

Tentatively, he draws his hand back up to brush their bangs away from their fair, touch light and gentle. He doesn't want to break what he still has.]

Um.

[It feels a little like a trap. Anything he says could be dumbass variety hour as he is, in fact, a dumbass.]

What do you do at night...? When people are asleep. Much as I want to, dunno if I can stay up all night with you.