Troy was fumbling about in the kitchen for some time, leaving and coming back in; messing with the whole machine in the back, making sure it was still attached and working and that it hadn't vanished quite yet. He was toying and tinkering with it when out there, and then making noise and a mess with rather loud, obvious sighs when in the kitchen.
Finally he threw his hands up in defeat, making his way out into the living room and looking down at Clara as she read. Moving towards where she was sitting, he sat somewhat close to her, reached out to grab her book, shutting it before setting it down and looking at her. He stared at her, just stared, didn't say anything and frowned as he watched her.
Sighing he threw his hands up once more, "I could read your mind, I could just put my hands on either side of your temples and read all of your thoughts if I wanted. Listen into them. And I should. Have you seen what it's doing outside? I should be doing something about it, but I've got no TARDIS, no screwdriver, and really no idea what this thing even truly is. Then, of course, John's getting pieces of the TARDIS. JOHN. Not me, despite the fact I actually met her. She bit me, I've been bitten by the TARDIS and she doesn't even have the decency to see me. Instead she goes to John. JOHN."
He shook his head, "And the machine's not working, despite working, and then you. There's you. Being you, sitting here, doing you things, reading you books, and drinking you tea. And you can't even sit here and look at me and tell me the truth of what happened to you because, I don't know, because you're Clara and that's what you do. Protect or stubbornly try to deal with it yourself for some bloody reason. And I could read your mind, and find out the answers, and not be worried about leaving you alone anymore... because then I'd know, and I could do something about it. Instead, I don't. I let you read, and sip tea, and be all quiet in the living room not telling me anything, and not talking either because you know talking will lead to me asking."
He pointed at her, "That's what you're doing you know, causing a silence. I don't like silence... it's just so unnervingly quiet. And then I can't do anything to help Orange County... I should though, but I can't, because I need to know how to help you first."