He can feel it, that lingering tension, that thread of discomfort between them both. He's many questionable things, but it's never been doubted that he's preceptive. He knows, but as for broaching it? Reassuring her, finding the right words to say?

Sculpture is not my medium; he studies it and teasingly declares, "Nope. Couldn't tell if it was a menorah or a horse."

That's not true. It looks great, actually, but sincerely complimenting her had been weighed against trying to pry into her a little with something less surface level. Ultimately he's better at giving people shit than he is being sincere.