[He stays quiet for a long moment, his expression softening with something mildly touched... before his ears start growing hot, embarrassed at the sudden affirmation and honesty.]

Yeah, well... it's not like I can say anything. We've been here for months, and I still drop all and run if I see storms coming through. Spirits know Ana won't get off my back about it.

[His frustration is withered under the honesty of the moment, his fingers idly tugging at the fabric still wrapped around his shoulders.]

If a fear isn't rational to other people, it's not like it just... stops being something real enough to you.