He isn't looking at her hands and doesn't notice the soil. He feels her hand fold around his and the sensation is a welcome distraction from his own thoughts. She's right, he doesn't even want to think about food, or any of the other things he really needs to do. He needs to clean up, he needs to pay for their stay, he needs to do something with Susan's... His own eyes start to water.

He shakes his head.

"Haven't." he responds, his voice rough. He sniffs back the tears before looking away from her and down at the space between them. He closes his eyes and his eyelashes grow wet with unshed tears. "Can't."