"I understand...some of that." He falls into step, keeping just abreast of his handsome companion. Neither ahead nor behind, keeping pace despite his shorter stature to imply- nothing. That he isn't subservient and he isn't so trusting as to put his back to a stranger. The side effect is- well. Something of the proximity to the device resonates in the Anchor, causing a flare of green in his palm before he can clench his fingers around the twinge and ache, muffling the light.

Ah, that mess. He'd almost forgotten about it, hoping this particular aliment would vanish with the rest of home.

Not so fortunate is he, it seems. "But I could watch your lips move as you describe it to me all evening, and do so gladly."