Kvothe was silent for a few minutes, leaning against the wall, head bowed. He liked Tony, he was a good friend, but he felt crowded and it seemed like the only choices were being watched and fussed over, or driving him away entirely. Which he didn't want to do. "Tony...it's not that I don't want you to care. I'm just used to being alone, dealing with my problems alone. Where I've been before, showing weakness would have been like slaughtering a deer and then standing there to wait for the wolves. I'm not used to anyone pursuing it so much." He sighed. "...Let's just go back to the room."