One of the flaws of this particular tower was the limited number of ways one could get in and out of the tower. When he felt Padmé traversing the steps he had few options. Jumping out the window seemed, even in his melancholy mood, a rather drastic choice, and one that was sure to land him in even more trouble. Too much mayhem in one week stretched to bounds of forgiveness, he knew that. So he remained seated.
He didn’t look up at her when her head crested the curve of the stair railing. He liked Padmé, more than he should. He knew that. She’d been someone kind to him during a time when he didn’t know what was going to happen to him. But he’d sought the solitude because he didn’t want to talk.
However, he knew when adults said ‘Can we talk’ the option to not talk wasn’t really on the table. It was just an adult's polite way of saying they were going to talk. He shrugged, keeping his eyes focused on the scenic view through the window, and said, “I guess.”