"Uh." He returns, mugs of caffeination in hand, and duly delivers Seth his. Then he sinks into the couch beside him again, hands cupping the mug bracingly, shoulders creeping upwards in indecision.

"I mean, I, I guess I'm glad too," he offers, sips, then winces. Wow. So that is the worst way he could have phrased it. "I just mean, well, I wish it didn't have to be for, for the particular reason when I first, um. I just - kinda dumped a lot of it on you, which, uh. Sorry."

And he closes that lovely eloquent speech with another embarrassed sip, and looks away.