[his eyes wince.]

Y-you can say that...because I made you coffee one time. But-- [grimacing.] Gh...nevermind. Thanks.

[there's a light clink as he more gingerly sets a comb down, trading it out so he can rub at his own hands, as if kneading the tension out of them would knead out the stupid from his brain.]

Whatever's got stuck in my head...it's not going to come out just by combing my hair...