[ He's willing to do that, at first: go to the van, talk about it there. But when Heather comes over to him and gives him that small hug, perhaps even the words that accompany it-- something in Gorgug deflates. He lets out a breath, gives her a tiny nod with a pinch of a smile on his lips. ]

Me too. [ ... ] We, we don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to. I was kind of confused, but I think I get it now, what you're feeling.

[ It's up to her, he doesn't have to know the details. If he removes all the fluff added to why Heather's holding back on going after this person, it isn't so peculiar.

Either way, he still has the box in his hands. He'll make the trips needed to start getting the van filled up. ]