"I thought you wanted to discuss what happened with Stacia. I'm sorry I gave you the impression that I was not going to actually listen to what you have to say and bring you here for something else."

He tries to deflect. He feels silly looking at himself panic like this, but who knows. He wants to secure a bond, but also to destroy it, he likes everyone but also hates everyone, there are so many polar opposites of emotions inside of him and nothing that is even remotely balanced. Curiosity, boredom, anger, sadness, whatever feeling he gets? It's just a basic feeling that spirals and becomes bigger, perhaps to compensate for some of the smaller nuanced ones that he isn't capable of feeling. So in a situation where there is no concrete goal or side, what is he supposed to base his decisions on? Everything is so fickle.

"Ah!" he hisses and then whines softly as he hurts himself with a shard of glass in an attempt to pick it up.