You didn't make anything weird.

[he pushes up on his elbows, then drops his head into one of his hands, fingers scratching harshly through his hair.]

It was me. I got all serious on you.

[he pauses again, then sighs.]

The thing is, there's nothing good about me, Dawn. I don't think there ever has been. So when you tell me things like- that I'm impressive, I don't know what to say. I don't wanna argue with you cause I know that'll make things weird, but then I make them weird anyways. I'm sorry.