Xander frowns. "Well.... okay, a little yeah, but--" Really there's not a point in standing in the middle of the room looking stupid, if Bridge is picking that much up from him where he is. So Xander walks the rest of the way to the bed and sits down on the edge of it. "It's not you."

Which is...not entirely accurate, because the whole proximity aspect is very definitely unsettling, but he's still trying to figure out how to explain why that's not the same thing.