Despite himself, Falcon flinches back when Ren's hand comes out, a low hiss leaving his voicebox, even if he seems to think better of it at the last moment. A moment of panic, and Futaba's file rears its ugly head, forcing itself to his attention.

Shit.

He wills himself to calm down- what would Ren do? There's nothing he can do, he reassures himself. Ren needs help, but-

"N-no?" he asks, voicebox glitching out a little as he forces his own panic back down, Futaba's file to the back of his mind. God, he's fucking pathetic. "He'd be happy to help, but- fine. Okay." He's not going to fucking- make things worse by forcing a call with Frog if Ren doesn't want it. He forces himself back into a more casual stance. Open. Not hostile (hopefully).

"What do you want then?"