( his next spoonful hovered over the bowl rather than moving toward his lips, eventually being returned to the bowl as he sat back slightly. )

It's not fair to you if we don't. I. Know how that kinda thing can matter. And. And it's not like I don't. I mean, I know how I feel. Just. Just don't know if that. Fits? What you or anyone else expect.

I do feel welcome, anyway. I. You made this food for me, and. And I know you missed me. Bet you're trying real hard not to touch me a lot right now.

( he offered a sympathetic smile matt couldn't really see. )