He tilts his head back, his arms resting on his knees. He's never been one for words or feelings or anything external and he really wants to know how she did it. How she managed when the only thing that might have gotten him as far as he did was the emotionless mask he always managed to keep up since he was a child.

He thinks he keeps letting the silence go on for too long. She expects him to answer. She might be wondering how he had the energy to do it. He hopes she isn't wondering how he mustered the care. Because there isn't anything in him that isn't changed by the way he cared for the people he met in Iwatodai.

And he's let it go on longer in his thought. Finally he turns to her. "You're not alone, either."

He's not used to other people offering a shoulder for his burdens. The least he can do is offer his shoulders to her, too.