"Guess it's as good a system as you can hope for." One corner of his mouth twitches, lifting tiredly, before that fleeting, almost-moment dissipates as swiftly as it arrived. "I'm - god, I'm sorry. I'm not really all that great at talking about this stuff."

Mostly because his offers to talk are seldom, if ever, actually responded to. Because why would anyone take him up on that?