His pacing is watched, apprehensively at first, then with a slow frown. "You know," she begins dryly as she falls in step behind him, matching his pace even if she has to take about a step and a half for each of his long strides, "I totally dig on your man-of-few-words thing, but I'd love it right now if you would elaborate for me."

Because, really. Really. He went from that pillar of calm, to something that resembles what she's actually feeling. Some of that comfort is starting to ebb away. "Of course something's wrong." That is literally the entire reason why they are even walking together right now. Literally. The entire reason.