As soon as he's in he takes off the glasses and slumps back into his seat, grinding the heels of his hands into his eyes. The throb of tension he'd been carrying is still ebbing away bit by bit, but they're safe. Secure. He can wind down. Winding does involve hooking one of his ankles around Delta's- it doesn't mean anything but contact is grounding. Keeps him present, keeps him stable.

"True enough. Sorry, man. I don't know what set me off."