What do you know, something that... actually fazes him. He scrubs his hand through his hair, clearly perplexed by the question.

"That's not true."

He can think of one thing off the top of his head: Caroline. Caroline, and their confusing, heated, wonderful, fake shared memories. Other, less pleasant things crowd into his thoughts. All the things that have kept him up or made him flinch from shadows.

He digs his hands into his pockets. "I just... stay ahead."

Outpace the bad feelings until you can't.