[Maybe he should have kept that bit to himself— though he supposes pretending he is anyone other than who he is would be a mistake, wouldn't it? They'd both done more than enough pretending so far.

He stalls for time himself with another strawberry before cutting into his french toast with the side of his fork, giving her a brief sidelong glance.]

That's— good. You've nothing to worry about in that regard.

[Honestly, there was nothing about the night they'd spent together that he would change.]

Did you— sleep well?

[Maybe keeping things a bit lighter will help. He knows full well that he can be a bit much at times, too enthusiastic. He wants to take care not to overwhelm her.]

I know this isn't the weekend either of us was planning on having, but I'm not sorry it worked out this way.