[Kieran trusts Ben enough that he thinks nothing of his friend grabbing his hand. There's no instinct to tug it away, and he's completely fine with allowing it to be guided in whatever direction Ben sees fit. As he feels his fingers tracing the broad sides of their new boundaries, Kieran mirrors each movement in his mind, mapping them out as best he can. It's not a lot of space, but he's pretty sure he'd be okay with it for an hour--and in the worst case scenario, they had a way out. Not the most ideal way, but a way nonetheless.]

Yeah, I can sit and talk. That ain't a problem at all.

[Plus, he wants to be there for Ben, no matter what the issue. That goes without saying, hopefully.]

Though, I-I ain't sure how much advice I can give about romance. I'll still do my best!

[He offers a weak smile before slowly lowering his body to the ground, counting on Ben to adjust his descent so he doesn't slam onto the floor.]