I thought I deserved to be uncomfortable?

[It's a rhetorical and dismissive question he doesn't want an answer to. Pietro keeps his eyes on the television, but he's not watching it. Once she moves on to a difference spot for a change, the tension in muscles lessens and random twitches subside for the time being. After a moment, he elaborates on things, looking for the right words to explain without potentially making Wanda feel like she's done something that really bothered him as much as he's let on. It isn't torture, but it could be, so easily, and maybe she should know that.]

I do not tell you because... it is always too much, very quickly. After only a minute or two with some things, like you've been going at it for an hour without letting up. That is what it feels like for me.

[He picks at a frayed thread at the seam of the couch cushion, more incessantly than idly, because it frustrates him to admit to things like this. It's some form of weakness he doesn't need her to become overly concerned about.]

I don't want you to think I'm annoyed with you all the time. It's not you, it's me.

[The last part is lifted from Friends or Cheers most likely, he can't remember which, but it's fitting.]