Yeah, no, talking about his feelings is out of the question. Doing so means that he would have to examine them, which he doesn’t want to do. After that, he would have to give them more consideration by figuring out how to explain them. Then he would have to voluntarily share those feelings with someone else, and that requires not only vulnerability, but a level of articulation that he just doesn’t possess.

Hell, no, we’re not talking about me isn’t the least bit polite, he knows that much. So he just takes another sip and shrugs.

“I’m fine,” he lies, as blandly and disinterestedly as possible, like he really believes in the shit he’s trying to sell. “Couldn’t be better. What is a riveting subject? For you, I mean, if it isn’t actually you?”

Deflect and evade, an old Stark standard form of communication.