He blinks at little at the simple assurance. It might have been enough, really, even in all of its simplicity, but it's not the worst thing that he decided to expand on it from there, either. "Okay," he breathes the word out, nodding a little, slowly dropping his hands away from Ben. Again. This whole clinging-grabbing thing is just becoming a thing, isn't it? Maybe he's still not really convinced this isn't a dream, or that Ben won't somehow suddenly disappear on him yet.

He would explain it, all the reasons why he felt the need to stop him, tell him that exact thing, like it was something life-altering and necessary... except he doesn't even know how to put it in words. So he doesn't try.

Instead, he just starts heading in the same direction they'd been going, a silent cue that he's fine now, they can move again.