[He takes the kettle off the heat, though he doesn't remember to put the burner out. He's too busy filling a glass with water, and then searching fruitlessly for some ice. Jeez, this is getting kind of sad. Sheepishly, he brings the glass over to her, and settles down across from her.]

Don't worry about that. When I first got here, something really scary attacked me and I spent the whole night completely losing my shit all over this guy I didn't even know. You know? And the worst part was, he knew me-or, he used to. When I was someone else...

[Wow, he's really not making this any better, is he?]

Um. I mean. It's fine, really. If you want to cry or something, I don't mind. And I promise not to tell anyone. I know it's really hard at first, is all.