Maybe that's all the problem is, that he's just tired and addled from letting this place catch him with all his defenses down, but it doesn't matter. "Would that I could, luv," he says blankly, but by God does he mean it. All he wants is to curl up with her and make like this little lapse in sanity never happened, but he has to shut his mind up first and he can't process anything when he can feel her eyes on him without even having to look. "I cannae pretend things're alright jus' now, though. I do it all the bloody time, but nae right now. Go back inside, an' I'll be in when I'm in."