"Sorry. Fok. I didn't mean to-" Make things incredibly awkward and uncomfortable. Makkachin's attempts to cheer him up have him laughing a little, though, even as he gently tries to push the little dog away. "C'mon, man, you're getting drool all over me. I probably taste like shit."

Giving the dog another good ear ruffling, he stands up, wiping at his face with his human hand this time. He's now got more than one reason not to meet Victor's gaze.

"Sorry, man," he apologizes again. "It's just- my parents- what they must think of me right now- Sorry."

He really needs to stop oversharing, but his bottled up feelings are all shook up and trying to foam out of him.