"No room for pie?" He asks with a laugh, squeezing her hand and drawing her closer. He's asking yes or no questions on purpose, not wanting to put any pressure on her to speak if she doesn't want to.

He leads her over to a quieter booth in the corner, waiting for her to get in before sliding in next to her. He sets his own pie down and grabs his fork, creating a calm barrier of sorts between her and the rest of the bar. He cuts off a piece of pecan pie and then holds his fork up to her lips, raising an amused eyebrow.