I assure you I know how to drink coffee. [A faint smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, but seriously, don't lecture him about coffee. He takes it very seriously.
He considers politely declining because he's never liked sharing personal things and this is about as personal as it gets but he likes Kirk and it's true, he doesn't really have an outsiders perspective at all. Kitty and Spike are both too deeply invested in it all at this point and his list of other friends is getting short. So he's slow and hesitant as he answers but he doesn't shut the conversation down entirely.]
I suppose it's the fact that we're not good at communicating that bothers me. I know that if these bands weren't here he'd involve himself with other people. I know he did it before we arrived but it feels different knowing everyone else here, knowing it's people I can compare myself with and see what I seem to be lacking. But I can never seem to find quite the right way to explain that or have him understand it. Cultural differences, I suppose. Add in some lingering guilt about complicating things by sleeping with Spike and it made it hard to say anything to him until it was too late.
[A pause then a belated realization.] And it just occurs to me you likely didn't know Spike was involved in all of this. I'd forgotten there were people who don't. Incidentally as a word of advice don't violate a blue band agreement with someone else; they have a nasty habit of making a very public announcement about it if you do.