Graham pulls away.

It's a sudden, startled reaction. And also a futile one, as almost at once the chain becomes taut, and the cuffs cut into his wrists. The most he can do is lean back, his hands still secured over the table.

Then, he breathes out, his stance relaxing again. Graham's eyes fall, and he mutters, embarrassed, "I - I'm -"

He'd say the whole thing, but by now, he has to consider using apologies sparingly.