He hesitates, still looking away, and doesn't entirely seem to know how to answer that question. After a long moment, he turns his gaze back to Abby in a searching look, as though half-expecting her to take another crack at him. When she doesn't, a bit of the tension releases from around his eyes, but there's an element of shame to it, too: constantly expecting the worst from people is a Him problem, after all.

"I don't know," he admits, lightly biting the inside of his cheek, "I don't want..." He trails off, looking for better phrasing, "...it's not your problem."