[His eyes track down to the place where she's holding his arm, slow - back up to her face, searching her expression.]

Call it? That's - I don't want to call it, that's - no.

[He makes an odd sort of choked sound - looks down again to where her hand's still holding onto him and reaches, before he can stop to think or second-guess himself, to set his own over it, holding on a little too tight.]

You're like the opposite of trouble, you're like - you're like the best thing I got, I don't wanna -

[His voice breaks; the tears, which he'd been doing at least a so-so job of keeping away, start again.]

I don't wanna lose you, either.