[The bot closed the forcefield in just to make its point, nudging them closer.]
Nah, man. It's good. It's not your fault... or anything... yanno.
[He looked to the side, his hand shoved tightly into his pockets.]
Uh... look. About the other day... we should probably like... talk about that... or something... I guess?
Unless, you're all cool with it an' stuff because I'm like totally cool with it. It's good. I don't care like... I mean, the future's not written or anything, right? So, who's to say it comes true?
[Was he babbling? He was babbling, right? Yeah. He was babbling...]