[He doesn't appear surprised, brushing rice off his kelp with the back of his fork. He misses chopsticks. Forks are weird.]

Don't worry. I'm not expecting anything out of you for it. [He actually bothers to look up as he says this, with a sideways smile.] I don't even know if I'm mature enough to like a woman like you. You're troublesome, and I'm an asshole. I make you mad instead of making you happy, and the way you treat some of my friends is more than a little grating. I look a lot younger too, now.

[And he shrugs.] But it's something I've been thinking I should at least say, given all that's happened.