[ Wolfram is definitely not in the mood for touching or visits or anything involving friends trying to cheer him up, and he'll make it clear by turning his face away from the King's hand. ] Please don't touch me.
[ bluntly: ] What are you here for, Ashura? [ Are you here to preach to him about all the stupid yelling he did?... If so, Wolfram hopes that isn't the case. He has been beating himself mentally for loosing his temper that way and the last thing he needs is people sticking their nose in events that don't concern them at all. ]