He drags his hands down his face, looking up at him, "Well thank you for the reassurance, but unfortunately that isn't a guarantee that what ever the hell my brain is trying to do is going to help me believe you." It's truly a him problem.

"A-and it isn't like I don't trust you, I do, but you hear shit over and over like 'don't worry', 'I'm not going to disappear' or 'you'll be alright' and they're just...words. Regardless of intention, or how much any one means them, that's all they are." Reality usually gets in the way of them being more than that.