He turned away as well, a hand going to the back of his neck. Why did things have to be so complicated. Really, sometimes he wished Stacy had left him to die with his world. Strong story or not. Sighing quietly, he turned to face her back. Was she angry? Or upset?

Reaching out, he brushed the backs of his fingers gently across the small of her back. "Don't shut me out, Cassie..."