Jonas nearly argues. He opens his mouth, preparing to launch into detailed explanation of probability and how the likelihood of injury doubles whenever someone is near him. It's a matter of mathematics, not blame. He doesn't need to be reassured. He needs to be avoided.

The argument slides right out of his brain, however, as he registers the hand resting against his cheek. Sucking in a shaky breath, he shuts his eyes and leans into that touch. The underlying panic that had been building now dissipates. His mind goes quiet.