[It's enough to make him recoil his hand like he's just shot a handgun, feeling kind of lost for a moment, and, well... stupid. Trying to keep a neutral expression to hide this weird, rejected feeling, he gives up in his attempt to try and calm Hajime down a little bit.

In retrospect, it was a little much. He smiles back at him sheepishly, swallowing it down, because what else is he supposed to do? He thought it'd help, but, it was probably unwanted.]

Huh? Oh, sorry, man. I didn't think you were a kid or anything... thought it'd help you fall asleep, y'know?

[What he wound up telling Dave earlier felt more self apparent than ever, though- he really does mess everything up he touches. In a literal kind of sense.]

Uhh... Yeah! Okay, so bad idea. My baaad.