I know. It caught me off-guard, too. All that crap in there makes me wonder if - you don't really think I'd be like that, do you? I don't do the whole no-means-yes-if-I-keep-going thing, I would never... hell, Vee, it took me a year and a half before I asked the girl I loved out on a real date, I'm not some creepy Latin lover stereotype. [He knows that's likely not her issue, but having been on the receiving end of extremely coercive sex before, the idea people think he'd instigate it kind of makes him want to throw up.]

Just tell me when an' I'll go over with you. If you want me to, I could nab you something to drink for later, when all this is over. Or I could do a lunch run and get you some comfort food. [Gingerly, he reaches out and squeezes her shoulder, same as he would any of his friends, male or female, in any world.] Tell me what you need? Please.