I don't quite realize I'm holding my breath until he says he doesn't actually want to leave, and then it all comes out in a rushed sigh.

"Good," I say, almost without thinking, and then I immediately take a step back from him and consider our options for second before I return to my crouch, guessing if he really wants to stay he can sit back down in the chair.

"I mean. If you gotta go, you gotta go, that's totally fine. I wouldn't want your granddad to be mad at you or nothing."