It's hard to meet her gaze when she's staring at him like that, but he manages it -- barely. She looks like she's going to throw up or pass out. Possibly both, and when she stumbles backwards, he takes a step closer, like he'll be able to stop her from collapsing if she does. He relaxes when she sits down on the edge of the bed, and his shoulders drop at her words.
He rubs a hand over his face once more, nodding slightly. "Scott said the same thing," he murmurs, not moving any closer, not stepping into the room. Just hovering uncertainly in the doorway. He's not going to intrude on her personal space anymore than he already has just by coming here.
After a moment, he tucks his hands into his hoodie pockets and stares down at the floor, exhaling and letting his eyes drift shut.