[The answer gets him to relax a bit, as slow as it is. It's not extreme in either direction, which he appreciates. It's honest, and somehow it feels just as nervous as he is right now. Maybe it's the fidgeting giving off that impression.]

If I was going to run, I would have done it by now. [He wouldn't be back here, staring awkwardly at Hazel in his sleep robe. Hmm. It's a bit pointless now to shove sad thoughts away when he knows it doesn't matter how great his pokerface is. Still, there's got to be effort on both of their ends to break the tension, and Hazel already had a small attempt from his end. It only makes sense.]

It works out, doesn't it? I've been meaning to check up on you, anyway.