Lenore reminded him that he hadn't come here to talk about his problems. He had really come here to talk about hers. To fix this between them, because she was clearly feeling down and it didn't really matter whether he understand it or wanted a relationship like she did. What mattered was that it was bothering her and for whatever reason, she was his friend and she had his attention because of that. He wasn't a shit friend, contrary to popular belief.
He shook his arm mostly just to shake Lenore. "Don't do that," he chastised, and he wasn't even sure if it was actually a deflection or if he actually wanted her to stop doing that. Putting down her emotions. "You're entitled to being upset. I fucked Cece after we kissed. It was a dick move. And if you had told me that forever ago when I asked, I would've agreed that it was a dick move then too. I'm not an empath. If I fuck up, you should tell me. I don't want you sitting on your emotions and avoiding me. Because I'm unavoidable, so I don't really think that'd help you. I'd just be pissing you off with my presence. My very attractive presence. You'd be depriving yourself of my soothing voice, and cuddling. It'd be counter productive."
He wasn't sure if he actually wanted her to get to know him any better. She liked him now. He didn't want her to move past that. But she wanted to, and who was he to actually deny her that? His friends knew him better than Lenore did. But Lenore had only known him for a week. There was a lot more time he could give her. Hell, he was just terrified of dying alone. Who was he kidding here? "If you want to," he said. "I won't stop you. I mean... pretty sure that's what friends do. And I've already done all the stuff I've already done, so it's not like I'm gonna actually be able to stop you, because new shit will bring new shit, ja feel me?"