Yeah, I probably don't. [ His bedside manner is a little. Uh. Brisk, at the moment. Maybe his irritation wasn't quite so overcome as he thought, but that doesn't stop his hands or mind from being as gentle as they can manage right now. He would prefer to not be outside right now, to particularly not be on a roof, but he's not taking her back inside until he can be certain she can handle other people, and right now he doesn't even think she's handling the presence of herself very well. ] But I'm not going to let that mean anything. I thought you were going to get help? This isn't help.

[ Even if she won't let him in, it doesn't mean he can't still extend himself around her, try and alleviate the pressure at least, give her shields a little bit of a break. ]