"I had a feeling that would be the case. You can tell me to clear my mind, and I'll just start worrying about why I can't clear my mind," he admitted with a bit of a laugh at himself. He was often a control-freak, often a perfectionist, but then he supposed he wouldn't be the artist he was otherwise. It was that obsessive nature that kept him going when most would have packed it in.
He scoffed a little, avoiding eye contact for a second, but did give him a nod as he looked back. "Yeah. I'm just pathetically hung up on someone who's taking their bloody time showing up," he admitted, attempting to make light of his pathetic situation. "I say it as if he wasn't a right slut, shagging half of Europe regardless."