He settled back, shielding the feelings some, not hiding them, but letting them be behind a kind of mental pane of glass so she would feel them less potently.
"I am sorry. You... I feel ..."
He flailed one hand a little nervousness and shyness and fear and joy all mixed and muted, but there for her to see.
"I wanted to do this the best I could, and I seem to be hashing it a little, but... iof there is anything I can tell you, anything I can do..."
He had grown up in a world where Emma, Jean, and Xavier all taught him how to use his powers, alongside others like the Cuckoos. He wanted to bounce and sing, but he let mental stillness fall over him.