his hand on my arm was reassuring , and i hated that he had to comfort me while he was so scared and uncomfortable himself . he ran a hand through his hair in frustration but did n't come close to her . `` why do n't you let me decide what i can handle ? '' kind of a lie , but come on ... `` he 's functional , reliable ... and attractive in so many settings . '' and yet it seemed right to be walking down the street by his side . 