[He doesn't understand. Harry could have killed him at any time and in that moment in time, in the snow, he didn't. He got Nate help, and now that Nate is feeling a lot better, he's more capable of protecting himself and beating Flynn's face in if he wants to. The sad part? He doesn't want to, but that doesn't mean to say that he isn't guarded, confused as he sees the other look to him. He gets close enough so that the other is in his range if he needs to reach out and beat his face in. The question has him tense and he makes a face.

Brows furrowed, he leans against the wall beside him, looks down.] --Three months ago, I would have just started beating that face in.

[Now? He's not so sure. Not when the words bear heavy on his mind and he can't make heads or tails-- Elena slapped him earlier, didn't she say that? He can still make out the red mark against Flynn's cheek if he looks hard enough. A breath in and he straightens up, looks over.] I don't get it. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't.