[Huffs out a small laugh and shakes his head, just focusing on playing with his hair a little. But soon enough the smile fades a bit as he watches him, thoughtfully, since he knows better than to not say anything -- you'd figure it out one way or another, anyway.]
... Sometimes, I'm angry with myself that I didn't tell you the moment I realized how I've felt for you all these years. Or that I should say it more often, to make up for it. Other times, I... worry, that it'll only become bothersome for you, or a burden. [...] And I know you'll tell me I'm wrong on that part, yes.