He stares at her, pale and silent, as her accusations find their mark. He doesn't cringe again, but his eyes go a little glassy as he thinks about everything that...

...god. Okay, no. At home he could check out and people would just forget he was there, but if he does that here, people might actually notice. He swallows and pulls himself back into the present. "I haven't been, like. Standing here for ten minutes tripping cognitions," he says, subdued. "I wasn't going to keep trying. You just. Showed up when I did it."