He holds his hand a little tighter then. Fear is a bad echo chamber, but he's not really let himself be scared as much by this as he should be.

He doesn't really put it into words or articulated ideas. He just takes Connor's hand and wraps both of his around it, brings it up to his mouth and lets his bristly lips rest there, and he lingers like that. Just a quiet, unspoken admission that he's afraid, that he's shouting into the void.