[ He wants to shrug off the contact this time, suppresses the flinch at the initial point of it and then doesn't move when it continues, because he knows she's trying to help. He doesn't want to make her feel bad for trying to help, even if he really doesn't feel like personal contact all of a sudden. He just keeps his face more or less hidden by his hand, resting his weight on the arm of the couch. The first thing he'd said had been a deflection, a poor one, and they both know it, so he doesn't bother following it up with an explanation. He's quiet for a while after her last words though, because he can't tell how he feels about them. He doesn't not believe them, but he's not sure he can take them at their fellow words, either.

It's a little while like that before he replies, still looking more or less at the ground and definitely without looking at her. His shields have been gradually rebuilding since she calmed him down enough to start working on them, and right now they're holding fairly well. Well enough for him to say the next thing without too much worry, not that he thinks she would do anything like that intentionally anyway. ]

I'm not. It's happened before. Last time I was out - not here. Flew it off until J overrode my auto-pilot override and brought me home, the asshole. By then I was calm enough to take care of it myself. How do you stop it?