"As a matter of fact... I don't feel better," he said almost apologetically. It was true that the telling had done nothing for him other than forcing him to relive the memory that he'd tried to keep at bay. What did make him feel better was her company next to him, and the comforting hand on his shoulder. As a result, his arms loosened and his hands fell to his lap.
"My usual method of coping involves a quick analysis, and an equally quick compartmentalization to limit its effect on my ability to work, or what not."
He knew it sounded clinical, but it had worked most of his life. Logic and reason guided his actions, even if they led to different conclusions than other persons.