The young man expects a reaction, he braces himself for it, but it doesn't come. He takes the opportunity to pull further into safety. With little steps, and the faintest of smiles starts taking shape, trying to pierce like a dim ray of sunshine through the gloom.

Atem doesn't speak, he doesn't wish to break this silence, it seems fine.

Once they reach a place he thinks it's safer, the stops, but doesn't let go of the other.