He saw her get up in the reflection and tried to show her a smile, show her it was okay. And it was, sort of. He had been worse, right... after. But things weren't still fully alright and not letting her know that would be simply unfair. For her, he didn't need to make a happy face all the time.

He pulled the sleeves over his sweater over his hands to not shock freeze her before he placed them on her arms, gently, thankfully caressing over them and leaning into her touch.
"I used to like it here", he sighed, feeling he owned her an explanation, even if it was just melancholy coming up at the worst point of time. "It's high and far from the fancy places. Calm. Now it seems, no fucking roof in this hole city can be high enough to escape all this bullshit. It's everywhere I turn."