[He tenses, looking down at her like he's made out of wood and not sure how to react. It's been a long, long time since he's felt any sort of affection and he does have the strong blaring airhorn inside his head saying: RUN. But he tries to relax, fails, and simply looks away.]
Whatever you think you're doing, I don't need it. [...] It's not like I even knew the kid that well. Or did her much good.