The pastel pink of her relief tells Caleb he made the right move in changing the subject. He feels his shoulders relax, and he leans back against the arm of the couch again, letting go of her leg so he can return to sipping his tea.

"He's stupid, but... I think he's a good guy. I didn't feel any Styrofoam, or anything, so." He shrugs, taking a long drink from his rapidly-cooling tea.