“Because I don’t think you’re actually capable of having it with me. You’d stop listening about ten seconds in and start trying to issue orders, or to convince me of whatever, or otherwise crawl up your own ass such that I have to try and caretake you, which I am intensely bad at, and all when I’m already not exactly doing great.” It was a balder answer than he’d have usually given, but there didn’t seem to be any better options.