He shouldn't change his demeanor any, Sean knows, should just keep walking, meet up with her, and then chew her out some for leaving the truck. But, while he may not have been looking right into her eyes this time as he parsed the moments where he'd been quite possibly about to die, the way she looks right now makes him feel like he might as well have been. So he says to hell with how it looks to anyone else, picking up a bit of speed to close the gap between them as quickly as he can, his arms around her as soon as she's within reach.

"It's okay," he says, his voice rough-edged and low. If he tells himself that it's all for her sake, to keep her steady and solid in the midst of all this madness, he can justify it.