He's not opposed to the lingering contact but his face stays beetroot red as he looks Jon up and down.

"Only a day, I think-- bloody hell, Jon, what the hell did you do?!" The question isn't angry - quite the opposite, in fact, confused and concerned. "And--"

Well if Jon's already touching him, he's not going to hesitate particularly long to reach up and touch Jon's face, cupping his cheek in one palm and tracing his thick thumb beneath the scars around his eyes. When he speaks, his voice is a lot softer. Fearful, brow creased and eyes wide. "...what happened to you?"