He frowns deeply, rolling it around in his mind before he says anything. He internalizes a lot more than he used to, thinks more before he speaks because it serves him better. He shakes his head, "I can't-- you didn't think it would really fix anything did you?"
He's trying to stay as calm as possible, but he just keeps thinking about the night in Lydia's room, the utterly broken sound in her cries that ran deeper than when they lost him the first time. His eyes close for a brief moment, one hand balling into a fist at his side.