[Is that pathetic loser in love who follows after him when he draws away from the kiss, not wanting to stop kissing. But he accepts his fate with a small sigh and a self-deprecating smile. Yes, yes, he knows he really needs to finish this pie or it'll haunt his dreams...]
I like you so much more than this pie. [But FINE. Narrows his eyes at the apples and scoops them up to get them into a bowl and adding sugar and... more sugar? He has no idea how to make this work but HE'S COME THIS FAR. Gotta make the boyf an awesome pie, damn it.]