Winter hesitates a moment longer, then visibly gives in and turns away. There's nothing more he can do. They'll run from his hands. Even the metal won't be visible, in there, for them to know it's him. This is what he can do.

And he has the itching worry in the back of his mind that he'll get trapped again if he dares to reach inside. Or stays too close.

So he'll let Stevie lead him away, though he stays hunched and curled around himself.