He twirls his pen very pointedly, despite the fact that he's written very little with it.

"The dream. There can't be many things that would make me that worried about your safety." There is, notably, no scepticism about the worry itself.

With a wry chuckle, And so quick to form attachments. Of course, part of that is his need to be your saviour, as the the rest of the world isn't burning.