He's not going to agree to that last part entirely, though he can't deny that he's unable to run here. It's been a bit maddening, to say the least. When he looks at Clara, he's filled with such a deep and abiding fierceness to protect her. He can understand how she might feel equally that way about him, but it's still hard for him to accept.

He's somehow missed that her confession of love is about...a different kind of love. It doesn't occur to him, simply because he's still getting to know her.

He does lean in to kiss her forehead tenderly, though. "We should get back. Bit of a day."