"Let's get some coffee in you first," he chuckles, giving a companionable pat on the shoulder that doesn't really budge the maybe-more-than-companionable weight of his arm that has Taylor tucked in at his side.

That sounds like a plan. Sit him down inside, get him some coffee, and if by that point he still hasn't snapped back then they can have a very long talk about what's going on. Worst-case scenario Taylor flips out a little and he still has a bubble to keep him in while he shows some proof.

Yeah. This is going to be fine.