She was right to doubt because Jefferson wouldn't mention anything of the kind unless he had to. Although working together had been pivotal these past few weeks, it didn't change the fact that he was still a more independent, solitary person. Sharing the space was easy, he minded his business, she...mostly minded hers, except when it came to injury and savioring tendencies. That should have been a given.
Talking about his problems or every little thing that bothered him wasn't something he thought should be put on anyone else. They were his problems, his injuries. Now that she was openly all over making sure he was going to heal, unless he couldn't do something himself, he'd keep extra quiet. It wouldn't do to help her anxiety, which he was sure was half the reason she was so concerned, other than just being a bi product of gooey, selfless feelings.
"It might be the same reason I like to be alone." He didn't like being alone. What he sought for was peace, and the return of his daughter. It was just the annoying company of other people and conflicting personalities he didn't care for. Emma wasn't a person whose company bothered him.
Until she'd taken to hoovering over him while he licked his wounds. "If you leave I might just try that sleep thing you keep pushing. But you're still here...still...fawning."