"Just saying," he shrugged. "Riding around on the subway can't be that interesting," he said, the for you at the end of the sentence silent but implied. He leaned his head back against the wall, still not looking at her. Trying to force himself to be friendly and sociable and knowing he was kind of failing at it. And that it would probably only get worse.
"Not that I don't appreciate it?" He finally glanced over at her. "But don't force yourself." A little selfish maybe, given the out was more for himself than for her, but at least he could offer it.