You don't make me uneasy. [ Maybe you are now, but before he got spooked and then realized it was silly to get startled. Stop putting words into his mouth or projecting. You--

Oh. You did this before, too. And remembering that he sits back. Squares his shoulders, looking him straight in the eye. ]

I'm not made of glass you know. [ And the idea that he would be treated like he is actually pisses him off a lot too, but he bites his tongue on that. Focuses. ] So stop treating me like I am.

You've startled me before and you will again. Lots of times already, and I hope a lot more times. Lots of people have. Some of them I mind, and some of them I don't. And I told you I don't mind when it's you because it's you-- because then I realize I have no reason to be.

[ It's gentle but no-nonsense. Chin dropped slightly, eyes bright and determined like a silent storm. Look. He sits back and lets himself get pushed over about a lot of things when they don't really matter, but this--

He tries again, calmly but firmly: ]

So help me understand. What do you think would happen if you actually made me uneasy?