How long could he get away with touching her under the guise of 'helping'? Maybe he should try and find out? That would be wrong. Wouldn't it? It just felt right to be holding her again and that probably wasn't fair to her. ...also she was probably hearing him think most of that.
Quickly, he changed the subject. "No, no, that's good. There's just... I mean, I wouldn't want you to see any of it. But it might also explain why... Why I didn't come back." How did you tell someone who cared about you, whether she should or shouldn't, about the things he'd done that day? About just how many times he'd died? And logically Stephen had known, going in, that he would simply resume back to that moment over and over again. That didn't make each and every instance less terrifying, or painful. He had leaned on his dependence on logic to get back to Mordo and Wong. But later, so much later, even now after so many other things he'd seen, he could still remember that first confrontation.
Which... Okay. So now Christine was probably hearing all of that. He really wasn't good at this.
"Bunnies, kittens, daffodils... I'm running out of positive things here, Christine." He was trying to sound light hearted, and even cracked a tiny smile, but his hands dropped to his lap, letting her break the connection if she chose.