The familiar contact of her hand against his cheek did attract his attention and he turned to Ruth. He blinked slightly and then shook his head and said with a sigh. "I'm sorry, just... lost in memory. My wife was quite fond of daisies." He offered her a wane smile as he reached out and patted her gently on the shoulder. "I'm glad you consider me a friend, I'd hate to think you'd see me as a burden, entirely possible considering how I've been these last few months." He'd gotten better, less withdrawn and more attentive but he was still scattered and melancholic.