“You needn’t worry about it.” He’s searching for a rag or something, now, to get the bits of glass, and there, all clean. Now he has nothing to distract himself with, unfortunately, and he can still feel the thrumming anxiety through his body that is all too familiar from a few days ago. He shakes his head again and starts to sit; but quickly realizes he wants to keep moving, just now, and so begins pacing the room.