He watches Chris watching him, a little furrow between fair eyebrows, that searching look that he'd expect to be turned inward right now but instead is searching him for something he's not finding. The words don't match that look either, but he's not sure if he should ask.

"We'll be fine, we were very careful. Masks and cloaks, silent as cats, and cleaned up after. No evidence." He snags Chris' fingers in his and brings his knuckles against his lips, barely kissing so much as just putting a bit of familiar pressure there. "Even if something comes of it, it will have been worth it."

His free hand he puts around Chris' back, shifting to be nearer, still thinking on that searching look and the emotion under it. Familiar, though not on Chris' face.

Guilt.

With a soft breath, he reaches to smooth the crease between Chris' brows. "None of that. You've nothing to be sorry for."