He'd laugh, if he were the kind of person for it. He's not. He knows he's not. He knows that compulsion isn't his, so he just buries his face in his hands and doesn't have a means of telling Kravitz that he's not sure how he feels about this arm on his shoulders, really, because the guy is trying to do something nice and the last time he tried to do something nice for Tim, he just blew up on him like an asshole so if this is something he can do to make up for it - as if - then it doesn't matter how comfortable or not this is.

His comfort level is pretty low as it is.

"God, I wish it would." He says it without meaning to, with a viciousness that's not usually characteristic of him - overt and desperate. Why can't something kill him for good, for once? Why can't things just fucking stick?