The bewildered look that he gives Chris is the only answer that he gives to the assertion; he knows better than to be sarcastic about an actual, earnest offer of help, even if such a thing is rather rare unless he's actively done something to earn that help.

"'m not...I'm not trying to shut you out," he argues quietly, though he's gone back to looking down at the floor just in front of his feet. "I'm just kinda, y'know. Out of whack lately. Between the festival, the springs, the new guys, n' John Rambo fuckin' disappearing and coming back weird...I'unno." He shakes his head. "Every time I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be alright, somethin' else decides it's time to kick me in the fuckin' teeth. I'm tired, Freeman."