"I read your heart. But if it makes you more comfortable to believe something else, then that's you're perogative."
He held the edge of a hand to his chest, as he spoke. "Look, I did my job. I'm off the clock." He held the hand forward to point at her. "But I see you've got something hanging over you, and my instinct is to say something."
He looked away in annoyance, throwing up his hands. Then he thought of something. There's an idea.
He turned to look at her, hands on his waist. "Maybe you don't need to talk stuff out though. Maybe the best thing I could do for you right now would be to give you something to hit." He seemed strangely giddy at the prospect. "Eh? Common. You know you want to. Lets see what you got."