Understandably so.

[He pauses for a moment, shifting position again, and it seems to take him a moment to settle. The movement is a bit restless, like he isn't sure what he wants to do with himself, he's just pretty sure it isn't whatever he's doing at the moment.]

Look, this is probably going to piss you off again, and you're going to want to yell about how much you hate me and how I shouldn't have killed our friends and all that. And while I'm normally of the opinion that fighting is the most fun thing you can do fully clothed, I'm really not in the mood right now, so just save it until I am and don't think about this shit too much if it's going to make you all upset with me.

But you've been really decent to me here. Really decent. And yes, I know you were really decent before I stabbed you in the back too, but the point is that things have changed and you're still here being...decent. To me. And everything.

[...the...point, he is in the process of completely misplacing the point somehow, hang on - ]

You know I don't do this kind of thing very often. But I've noticed, all right? I know you don't owe me shit, either.

And I...don't know. It's good of you, I guess.