Ah, he knew that somewhere along the line, he was going to ruin it, and there her hand goes, leaving his empty. His fingers flex for a moment, before he closes his fist and drops the hand to his side instead. "You're not a monster, Cinder."

He's still for a moment, absorbing the fact that she knows, absorbing the fact that he is worried. But then he tugs on an obnoxious grin for her, because it's the best thing he can do for the both of them. "Assuming the good doctor will keep his word. I'm sure I'm not his favorite person."