No, he didn't want to talk about how afraid he'd been when he thought they were all dead. How he grieved like a little kid because he didn't know what to do. Barney knew he loved his friends, he never said so, but he did. To loose any of them would be a horrible imprint on his life, much less all of them but Marshall at once. And he certainly didn't want to talk about why he cared so much that no one thought he was capable of marrying Robin.
Barney was ready to leave, he was tired, strung tight, and emotionally compromised. Yet when Robin reached out to display a rare comfort, it made him stay. It gave him just a little push.
Deflating some, he glanced at the ground, muttering. "No, I'm not okay. We're in the worst place ever. There's nothing I can do about it, there's nothing I can do to help protect myself or any of you from whatever the name in all great things is happening, you all were...in an almost forever coma." Sighing, he rubbed his temple roughly, struggling with the honesty. "And all of these timelines being messed up I just...I don't know what it means but obviously some of it's true and..how am I supposed to feel about any of that. I mean. You don't even believe we had a one night stand and now this chick whose supposedly dating Ted says we're married. And Ted still thinks you're 'the one' but Lily and I have already seen this and my head hurts."