Is he? He blinks with the question, smile dropping a little. Did he look at her strangely, say something strange, freak her out with the smile?

Or overthink every little thing terribly?

The hand that brushed her fingers lifts and he rubs the back of his neck, sheepish with his eyes on the machine. "Nothing. Sorry. Seriously, we don't get a lot of mechanics here, so I guess I kind of freak out when there's someone to talk to about any of this."