He actually, genuinely and truly, lets out a sigh of relief. And then composes himself, stands up straight, acts like he didn't do that. Like he wasn't worried at all. Nope. Not worried at all. Hens are whatever. He can just get another one. Not a big deal.

"Uh, thanks." He says. "... Do you want to come into the house? Not that there's a lot there yet, but you know. I can make coffee. It doesn't taste like complete shit."