Pulling his lower lip between his teeth he thinks a moment, quiet as he attempts to figure out what the feeling that seems to linger is.

It takes him a minute, but he can put his finger on it. It's fear, mixed with anxiety, the idea that anything that happens now is driven by pity, or the idea that he's fragile. He wants to believe it's irrational, that Sheehan wouldn't treat him that way, but it's hard to push down.

"Kinda want to forget about it, honestly. So I don't worry about it, I guess." Is what he settles on instead.