[He hasn't moved from behind her. He's glad, now, that he hadn't bothered to set another seat at the table.]
It was still wrong of me to say it.
[that hangs for a second as he considers what else to say. He really should just turn and go, leave her to her dinner.]
[He doesn't, though. With a stiff shrug,] You're the same as me, then, I guess. [he can't let anything get in the way of his cure. Getting close to people is... an impediment.]