"... Sorry." He sniffles and squeezes his eyes shut. "I'm sorry, I just met you and I'm... heh. You're just... really nice and really... yeah." 'Really cute', but he doesn't want to say it. "Thank you." Even if he's not sure that it's true, it's nice to hear.

He rubs his face with his sleeve and pulls back a bit. "You're... we should still find somewhere safe. Fewer plants around. ... Need to secure survival first before we get mushy, right?" He doesn't want to let go, though.