"We're not exactly alone in the middle of Sickbay," he points out, ever pragmatic when he needs to be. It's a symptom of being a trauma surgeon, helped along by his mind's enhancements. He has learned how to deal with situations as they existed in front of him--he didn't need to break down at the moment, that was dangerous and pointless. Especially when it wasn't something he could change. Even if he could save Jadzia, it would make sure the woman sitting in front of him didn't exist--not as she was, anyway, which was close enough to ending one life to save another that he wouldn't even consider doing it.

But his eyes were ever the most difficult for him to control, and the hurt and shock were showing through there, plain as day. He can appreciate the advice to lance an infection before it can cause more damage, something that applied just as well to emotions. If he were on the outside looking in, he'd be the first to suggest to whatever hapless person that was getting the world as they knew it severely distorted that they needed to take Ezri up on the offer. But he was also a bit of a hypocrite in that regard.

"Come on, I'm technically not on duty today--I can leave whenever I please."