He nods.

For a moment, he even relaxes—it is, he knows, the most either of them can do, and he has delivered his warning and Bella is treating it with the appropriate level of seriousness and there is no more action required on his part.

That's kind of the problem, actually.

His hand starts rubbing his arm again, as though he is cold, but he obviously isn't. He closes his eyes and leans back against the seat.