The way she talks makes him have to actually think; the cadence and use of more words than he's used to meaning more than just a quick verbal outpouring. And when he pieces it together, it again just makes him sad. "Sorry you've come across a bunch of assholes. I, ah, I'm gonna do my best not to suck."

He was going to fail, he knew it, but even if he came quickly, that wasn't going to put him out of commission, and he'd be damned if he wouldn't do what he had to to make her come apart. Her hand was on his belt and he glanced down, a sheepish smile on his face. "Um, if you want, yeah."