[there's some resistance and wriggle to that, interpreting the squeeze as a shushing, patronizing gesture.]

Just by chance, okay? I'm not some screwball who goes looking for trouble. [not unless it wants to hurt people on the railway or something.

he stops fidgeting and relaxes again, head tucked in such a way that it rests on one side against where Grey's collarbone would be.]

And I guess that's fine... Better me than someone else. [...] And if you're including yourself in the strange stuff, then...that's fine, too.