[He's not handling it. He's falling apart bit by bit and he needs help but he doesn't know how to ask and doesn't know how to not be alone and doesn't know how to approach this relationship and--

--and absolutely none of that is actually going to be expressed here. He just huffs, and runs his hand over Noctua's hip more for his own comfort than anything else.]

Well, so long as I haven't convinced you I don't actually like you.