Steph lets his hands go so that she can wrap her arms around his waist instead, leaning against him, cheek to parka instead of trying to look him in the eyes when he doesn't want to.

"I'm always right," she reminds him, gently teasing. Very gently. "... it's OK. You are doing what you said you would - you're taking time for yourself."

What he wants to do with it isn't up to her, and she shouldn't have called it hiding, even if it is. Maybe. She doesn't know what she should be saying to make him feel better. Why don't boyfriends come with instruction manuals?