[He's still blushing at the idea of staying the night beside her, so he's all too glad to make himself useful. He uses his bare hand to pick up the boiling kettle and takes it with him to the sofa.]
Has it been bad, so far? Being here by yourself? [Sudden guilt for not noticing sooner, even though it's ridiculous because how could he have? Still, the idea of her lonely isn't one he likes.]