He doesn't really think about it much right now, there's a lot going on in that little head of his and it feels nice, calming even. He kind of needs that, trying to slow his breathing down, eyes still closed.

"I mean, it also didn't help that it sounded like maybe You thought I'd be cruel on purpose which also just-" he makes a frustrated noise, knows that's more an excuse but had been on his mind anyways.

He lifts his head finally, looking up at him with a tired smile, "something, something maybe the world isn't as kind as you think it is." As if Hanna didn't already know.

"There's more, but I'd rather not repeat assumptions that are entirely way off base. Fucking prick." He'll happily sit next to him at breakfast when he starts coming around again though. Water under the bridge.