[Connor allows her to cling to him, registers the gentle pressure of her hands clasped around his. He doesn't move, just stands there looking up at her with his brow pinched in a facsimile of concern.]

I know. Many things here are... impossible for me to understand, too. I have to cope by simply choosing not to process it, or to overthink it. I wasn't made to function in these particular circumstances, but now I just... don't have much of a choice.

[A little squeeze from his hand, a gesture of reassurance.]

It's all right, though. Individuals adjust on their own terms, in their own time. Now that you're aware, it'll become less strange as the days continue onwards. I can almost guarantee you that.