Church sighs and plants his hand onto the visor of his helmet. Equivalent of a face-palm. It's as close as he can get, right now.

"It's not — look, it's not that ... Okay, it's the fact that I know shit's gonna be fucked, all right? My whole life experience is fucked! Maybe I just wanted to get away from that for two god damn seconds. Should'a known you weren't the right fuckin' person to talk to for that, but. A guy can hope!" He sighs and drags his hand down his helmet.

"Whatever, Wash. Why don't you go brood in a dark corner by yourself or some shit?"