Caleb nods. He can feel that wry little twinge after she speaks, and offers a wan smile.

"Some... some feelings don't have the right words," he notes. "So we do the best we can with the words we do have. 'Shitty' is... 'shitty' works."

He lifts his arm, offering her that little space against his side again, if she wants it. Neither of them have finished their tea, but at this point, it's more about being close to another person, sharing space and feeling calmer for it, even if there are other feelings swirling around like leaves on a breeze.