[To tell them, or... to walk away. He thought he'd tried it that day, and initially it hadn't made him feel any better; on the other hand, if he'd stayed he likely would have felt worse. Instead he'd gone home to find Pyra, and they'd had a fun afternoon, and in her company he'd felt so much better about, while not the situation, at least himself. They'd accomplished something together and faced the rest of the day smiling. That was better. It can be better.

He inhales and exhales again, slow and steady, trying to take the first steps in making it as instinctive as possible when he's stressed. It's going to take time, he knows, but... this is a start. It's a start of something.

The movement is a little clumsy due to his positioning, but he shifts his free hand from Carbuncle's fur to wind around her waist, a little half-hug as he tries to muster a smile.]

You know... I don't think I've ever felt like that wasn't true with you. Looking back, you've always listened, even when I'm not saying what I should. You make it seem so easy. Do you ever get to feel like that?

[Does he help her feel that way? He's hoping so.]