She feels like maybe she's being unfair somehow, pushing for something he can't or doesn't want to give. He doesn't want to make any decisions right now, maybe can't, but that's alright. It has to be alright. To keep him as safe and whole as she can, she'll push.

She reminds herself to breathe, too, and reaches to lay her hand on his arm, just below the crook of his elbow.

"Let's just go. If you need something later, I can come back and get it."