Chris laughed. "Take it you're not a country boy?" Smiling he kept working on his round of dough. "That's one word for it."
"I know." It was sad quietly, but respectfully.
"There is that. But blokes like you. I'm pretty sure there's no one quite like you." His smile dimmed from teasing to shy. "Yeah, I know, but can be a bit much. Me, I mean. I need to work on that. Guess I just get nervous that you won't like me, people won't like me I mean, and well talk too much. I do better after a while, really."
"Yep, perfect. See, I knew you were good with your hands."