He flinches away from her hand on instinct, eyes glassy but narrowed with suspicion. It's stupid, and he immediately kicks himself-- mentally-- for it. She won't do anything. Why would she? But the idea sticks in his mind. No one ever comes at him with softness.

He shifts away from her slightly, less out of genuine fear than to nurse his wounded pride. "M'fine," he mutters. "Said that already."