He glanced up and let out a loud sigh.
“Seth- Look”
A pause before a shake of his head.
“I didn’t mean to snap.
Okay? I’m just—”
What would be the word he could use?
Tired? Irritable? Annoyed- Lonely?
“Stressed.
That’s all”

❝…❞
He wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that; unfortunately, as much compassion as he harbored for his friends and for his allies–and on occasion–even his adversaries, he was not particularly skilled in the realm of comforting. Therapeutics.
I suppose it is–of course–the thought that counts.
The fact that he cared.
❝Do you —– um.❞
❝…Wanna talk about it ? ❞