There's a nod after her echo as he looks at her face quietly, and there is the understanding there that it is. It's the way that it is. It was deliberate. It was done to him.

Pain isn't a thing one remembers completely not in full force like he felt it that day. Screaming, running, terrified like he'd never been before and like he never would be again (he no longer has fear for himself but in those moments following waking up

he'd known nothing but terror and pain and anger).

He pulls the claws back in through his knuckles which heal after a moment, and then he leans into her touch instinctively almost. His fingertips slide over the back of her hand as he breathes in and meets her gaze.

"You're... something special."

The words escape him after a moment and then he moves, pulls back, and moves towards the bar that he knows of that's nearest.