"I don't know. There is this tendency of mine to screw up on an epic scale. But... I suppose I have made more than my share of mistakes with Pepper already. And we've survived."
He was still worried about it, but had let himself be vulnerable long enough. Janet was probably right anyway-women typically were for the most part, though he would never admit it-and it was likely that he was worrying over nothing.
Reaching into his coat pocket he removed a small box and slid it across the table to Janet, as a means of shifting the conversation. And to show off, of course.