He deflates a little at the apology and he shakes his head, as it wasn't his intention to get one out of her. But before he can say anything else, he comes up short with words, because her question might as well be a statement. A true one, at that.

"Yeah. Pretty much." He stares at her for a moment, his expression significantly softened, wondering if he'd been such an open book with her that she'd gotten him so quickly. He usually is.

"Also, I'm here 'cause I needed a distraction, 'cause you asked me to come with you, and 'cause I like-- talking to you."

What is this, fuckin' high school?

He blinks rapidly, glancing away for a second with a sigh. "Look, I don't care if you poke fun at me, okay?" he says, turning to her with earnestness. "I honestly, sincerely do not care, 'cause it ain't any worse than what I usually get from other people. And I'm-- I'm sorry if I came off a little strong there, but that's just how I am, how I react. If you really piss me off, believe me, you'll know it, but I doubt I'll ever reach that point with you if all you do is call me a pussy cat."