Holding hands while walking, he can do. That's not weird. So he takes it, and leads her out towards the back.

He lights a cigarette outside, glad it's not pissing down, or windy, or cold. It's one of those times where the least thing can turn a mood, and he'd rather hold on to the few moments of easy banter they managed. Or last night. He'd like to hold on to that for a long time. But he knows things are likely to stay awkward for a while - try as he might, he can't seem to stay in any one mental space. They were fine there, and then she just asked one too many questions and it started to grate, and now he's on edge and trying not to let it show - which just makes it worse.

Deep breath. Smoke a fag. It'll be fine.

'You been out here before?'