Though he's hardly a mind-reader, he does pick up on her anxiety related to this "vacation" being similar to any past experiences. And honestly, even he's feeling hesitant about the same thing. But he just figures if they miss the city life after a week or two, they'll head back. No harm, no foul.

"Whatever we wanna do, right? Who's gonna stop us?" He takes a sip to punctuate that, still edging through Manhattan at a snail's pace. He probably should be eating a valium right now instead, but at least by the time he gets really shaky, they'll be on a straightaway. It's telling how white his knuckles already are though.