He watches her, maybe with a little bit of confusion because she seems a little... off somehow. Nerves, maybe, though he's not sure why she'd have them, the vibe between them doesn't feel weird or anything; maybe she's still just winding down from work. That, though, the not having anything waiting for her thing, it makes him lean forward and put his hand over hers. "You'd have your family. People who love you. And with enough time, you could take over any town you step foot in." He gives her what he hopes is a reassuring smile as he pulls his hand back so she can actually eat without having to shake him off. Maybe it's selfish of him to be pleased that she wouldn't leave but he's never really been the super selfless type anyway. "It's, uh, it's good to know you'd stay, though. 'Cause you have that here, too."

He doesn't know how strong that implication is but he also doesn't know when the best time to say what he wants to say is. He doesn't even know if there is a best time, maybe better times than others. Like here, at a candelit dinner and surrounded by flowers, and he's normally not the kind of guy who gets tongue-tied but that's just another way of showing how much she affects him, sometimes it's like he's ready to say a particular thing and then she smiles and he forgets entirely. Right now is a good example because he thinks he probably looks like a total idiot with his lips parted and no words coming out, chicken on a fork held halfway between his face and plate, blinking at her as he tries to decide if it would be worth it if he said the words and she ended up like, laughing or something. He thinks it is; and that's saying something, right?