*considers the open spot on the sofa only because you're offering, but he doesn't think you really want him to sit down and it's entirely possible you don't want him here at all*
*nods again, frowning slightly at his own helplessness to allay this horrible unease (so much for those thousands and thousands of years, he still feels like a total fool around you)* *almost shyly* It's nice. I wish I had moved the bookshelf for you. The lamp, I mean.
*runs his hand through his hair again and lets out a breath, his brows knitted* I'm sorry, I should have called. I wasn't sure I'd actually knock when I got here, though.