Companionable or not, the slap doesn't connect. The former Winter Soldier doesn't know any kind of touch that isn't violent, controlling, or clinical, or more often all three at once.

So the raised hand out of the corner of his vision has him skittering aside and out of the way, metal arm coming up to block what he can only assume is an attempt at correction. Even if Constantine is being weirdly okay and not particularly terrifying, and all the rambling reminds him of something he no longer remembers (which is kind of making his brain itch), he's not accepting corrections from-- from anyone. Anyone.

Not anymore. Not again.

He doesn't even know what he did this time.

The whole shpiel about the Ramones and maybe going out drinking doesn't even penetrate.