"No." Just like he was certain about what he said, he's firm in this, too. "Not today. There's too much--" he waves a hand. "Other shit going on right now." And he's still so close to just flat-out losing it, it's not a good idea to test his limits right now.

He reaches up to tuck his hand under his jaw, against his neck, fingers slotting in against the lines of muscle against the side of it so he can rub out knots and tensions there. The sternocleidomastoid muscle. (Funny how he remembers things like that at the damndest times, Bones always hated him getting his nose into his medical PADD)