Robbie hadn't signed on for close range eye contact. He couldn't deal with being that open, so he immediately turned his head to the side. It wasn't enough, because Vance kept talking.

He grimaced slightly and shook his head - couldn't stop shaking it. "I'm good. I'm taken care of. I've got food and clothes and a bed and distractions and friends I can wake up in the middle of the night if my head starts whirlpooling around the same thoughts and I feel like I'm drowning. I've got too much. I'm fine. I - please don't make me tell someone else about Stamford."