The concern in his gaze.

That violently trembling hand.

Franticly mumbling to himself, completely trapped in his own waking nightmare,

That heartbreaking tremble.

Again with the trembling; also the Honey-Comb crumbs.

17 frames of sheer terror.

The hug startling him so much he doesn't know what to do with his hands.

Again, being startled by positive physical contact.

Him slipping on the wet leaves as he heads down the hill. 🤣