[Denying it would be useless and pathetic. The next natural urge is to be angry, having his weaknesses picked at. But that doesn't feel like what is happening. He stares at Billy's face for what feels like a long time, then puts his back to the wall and slides down to sit on the floor.]

I'm not accustomed to being attacked in my own home.

[He tightens his hands around the cup. It stops the shaking for now.]

I haven't had a home in which to be attacked for... quite some time, so I suppose there is that.

[Why tell Billy that? Stupid. He gives his head a shake. This is the second time someone's tried to kill him since he arrived here. It shouldn't be so surprising. It happens often enough in his normal life. At least the orange person didn't come as close as Clint Barton. He leans his head back against the wall.]

I ought to know better than this by now, to think that such a thing as a safe place exists. And this is the second time I've made that mistake in as many weeks.