Now I see why he compared it with the Apathy I told him about. Nasty type of Grimm that makes you lose the will to fight back.

[He still sees those damn things shambling toward him, set ablaze, in his nightmares sometimes. Gerry explains the concept of marking, and Qrow's very curious about the idea of these Fears being able to offer protection in addition to being a threat, but that's when the waitress shows up. He wouldn't have thought twice about it, but then the syrup spills all over the table, and he grits his teeth, hissing in frustration. He doesn't even notice Gerry staring at him as he grabs his napkin, letting the silverware clatter on the table while he starts wiping up syrup. He also waves off the waitress' distress]

It's fine, I don't need fresh pancakes. Don't worry about it. Could you bring more napkins? I can take care of cleaning it up.

[There's more to his tone than just graciousness, though. He practically sounds apologetic.]