[It's probably a little creepy that she's using his inability to look at her as an opportunity to pretty much stare at him. It's just that eye contact has been uncomfortable for so long, and she's been aware that he kinda looks like hell but it's only now that she's seeing just how much of the strain is showing in his face. And given how much of himself he usually hold back, the implications of what he must actually be feeling are pretty horrible.

It's kind of funny when it's that phrase, out of everything, that seems to puzzle him. And right now any funny is welcome relief. So she shake her head and shifts, because her positioning is kind of uncomfortable - just sits next to him, leaning on him, setting the book in her lap - and tries to explain without sounding like a moron.]

It's just... uh, something you'd have to be kind of an asshole to do. [There's not as much apology in there as there could be because hey, it's true.] I mean come on, you're like seven feet tall and super strong. The danger factor around you going nuts is a little higher than for most of the other jerks around here.