[ The anger's run straight out of him, exhausted by the outburst and leaving nothing but the tiredness he'd forgotten about and the pain that leaves him on the edge to tears. He doesn't back away further, doesn't pull his hand away when she grabs it. Instead, his chin drops, he pulls in a long, shaky breath, and crumples, leans forward until his forehead drops against her shoulder and then he closes his fingers properly around hers.

He'll stop like that, without another word. ]