He's as wary and suspicious about the fact that he wants this as you are. You're maybe more suspicious. First and foremost, he's surprised. Really surprised. This took a turn he didn't expect at all.

So he doesn't take you shaking your head and moving away as anything other than what it seems to be—backing up and taking stock. Slowing down. Figuring out what just happened. He sits up as well, uses the few silent moments to gather himself, rubs his hands over his face and takes a deep breath. He's okay now. Glances over at you just as you rub your eyes and start to talk. Your words make him blink, make his eyebrows draw together a little when you meet his eyes. That's—not what he expected you to say.

"No." He shrugs a little. "I mean, I know. Relationships . . ." He trails off, shakes his head and laughs a resigned little laugh. "I've tried enough times to have one to know I'm a lost cause." He meets your eyes again, giving you a small half-smile in return. He's not relationship material. Another shrug, and he looks off to the side, a little awkward. "This was nice, though." He reaches across his chest, slips his fingers under his t-shirt sleeve to rub over the scar tissue on his shoulder. "You—" He turns his head back around, eyes slightly narrowed, determined to be looking at you when he says this. "This was nice."