[Damn, it'd be nice to smoke and think this over. Or just smoke. It's been a bit and half of that time has been stressful, but then he'd either have to smoke in her face or scoot away and neither of those are gonna fly. So he chews on his lip and blinks down as she explains, halfway stuck in his own head turning it over.]

Guess so. [Back to the present. He looks at her for a quiet moment, swipes at his hair with his other hand and sighs.] Mm, no. It is. Didn't, uh, think of anyone here, first time -

[And it was a day or two between the first and the second time and in that time he really should've fessed up, trusted someone to handle it before it got away from him. Shouldn't have trusted that he could handle it. His eyes slide to the side, guilty, because they wouldn't be in this mess if he'd gone to her in the first place.]

Fucked it up after that. [Another sigh, then he looks down at her without trying to hide the worry at the edges of his expression.] Shoulda said somethin'. Before I tried it again.