Cyril fought back the urge to go and comfort her, knowing at this point it was the wrong course of action, though his hands made an aborted sort of motion. "Okay, yeah, that's good." He said, "At least I don't have to worry about that. I mean. There's still eleven years between us, but at least it's nothing illegal or anything. I didn't want to make it weirder," he said, it was just information he needed to know. Cyril kept his voice calm, knowing she looked like she wanted to bolt. And he didn't want that. Not before she felt comfortable, and longer than that. He still couldn't shake how much she felt special, despite the awkward circumstances they were in. "Let's just. Try to piece together to what led us to here?" he asked.