[He notices her being so close, but isn’t sure what to do. His instinct is to tilt slightly towards her, wondering if he should bring an arm around her.]

… I wonder what I will feel? Most likely nothing. An existence like this being as temporary as it is.

[He does lift his arm, but is still too timid and uncertain to touch her.]

So you don’t need to waste your heart on thinking about me, you know. I likely won’t be able to mind.