[ He really is remarkably pliable and she's not sure what to do with that entirely right now except stay close, listen to him, stay open and accessible. She wraps his hands in hers, looks down and watches him carefully. He's talking to her, now, of his own free will. She doesn't try to keep back the soft smile on her face, because it's not really victory she's smiling about, it's him being willing to talk to her. Which is a victory, but that's not the point. ]
i'm no longer sure
Anything, Tony.