He can only imagine that the reason she's not looking he'd bend his head to try and find out if what he fears is true - but he's too afraid of the answer to do it.

A gentle sigh escapes him instead, and he twists his hand in hers, brushing his thumb against the palm of her hand.

"Let me make it up to you?" Another step, up, so he's closer to her, and although he wants to slip his arm around her, he stops himself. He wants her to come with him because she wants to, not because he convinced her. "Or, we can just talk. Here, and take you home?"