"It's okay." He mumbles again, taking her hands and swaying them gently between them. A shy smile crosses his face. "We can still have a date."

His gaze slides lower, and the look of guilt returns.

"I'm sorry about your dress... you still look real swell, though." Although there's a pang of... something, seeing Angel with blood down her front. They should really wash this off sooner or later. For now, he's going to keep holding her hand and gesture an offer to walk around.