[for a moment, Tonic doesn't say anything, because the sudden and very obvious vulnerability being shared between the both of them kind of makes him want to puke.

but he won't leave it for long. he has to be careful. can't let it sit or else everyone will start to get self-conscious. can't answer too fast, though, for fear of offending. so even though he can feel his face getting warmer and the impulse to babble eight different things is strong in his gut, he nods slowly and manages a very even-keel response.]

I'm not... Used to anyone wanting to whisk me away for any reason, but thank you. I think.

[here is where a thank-you seems appropriate. this is where he needs to give something back for what has been very generously given. and something about it seems to lighten his mood, as the good corner of his mouth lifts in a crooked smile, and he glances back over at his friend to give his hand a little squeeze.]

Though I wouldn't be opposed to finding somewhere nice to sit, if you're really so inclined...