He's pretty tired overall and really appreciative he doesn't need to get into All That right now. He is also confused at being touched.

Not alarmed, just... confused.

Or maybe it's the kind of touch. It's nice. He physically relaxes at the pressure, but also... confused.

He stops and tilts his head a bit to the side, angled slightly up to be able to look at Midnighter. Scott's only a couple of inches shorter, but he's half sitting on the dresser, increasing that.

"I'm all right."