Even just holding the bag for her while she took things from it was too close. It was an uncomfortable few seconds. He'd actually gotten used to it—proximity—before, but now he was reacting as if they were strangers. He couldn't help it. The urge to distance himself. The sooner he got used to her absence the better off he'd be.

He lay down tentatively, hyper-aware of where she was in relation to him. There was no helping that, either. He fixed his gaze on the sky so he'd resist the urge to look at her the entire time they were here.

He wanted to ask what the jars were for, make small talk, but he also didn't want to know. He did have the vague sense of what they were; he'd known her long enough for that kind of thing to be somewhat familiar. Long enough... Had it really been that long? Maybe he wouldn't be away for any longer than the amount of time they'd known each other. Maybe it wouldn't...be that painful. No, he couldn't think that way. He was being complacent because he was lying down, and this sort of nervousness about being together on a sort-of date was familiar to him, and the other nervousness from earlier in the night had faded away. It would be painful to get up, when it was time, he knew.

But for now, there were a few hours. "Were there extra blankets?" he muttered. The external cold from the weather was starting to register now that he wasn't so tense. "Are you cold?"