[ He wonders when he gave that impression, but it's also hard to remember half of their exchange with how-- dumb they both got, honestly. It doesn't bother Gorgug in a hurtful manner, but he takes the confession as it is: this is Fabian's feelings. And regardless of what Gorgug remembers or not: ]

I did-- I message you because I knew you would want to know. And I tried to get back to you, but it was far, and I was worried you would think I was taking too long, or get mad I was taking too long.

[ Honestly, more of the latter. Fabian gets huffy with him, and if he was honest about that exchange... ]

Sometimes, it feels like... I don't know if I know the right thing to say. What people want to hear. [ He's taking glances at Fabian, his head tilted towards Fabian, looking between him ad the ground between them. ] I don't know if that's an us thing, or... I guess I've always had that problem.

[ Is it a point that has a place in this discussion? It does, when he knows what it is that he means to say, keeping his gaze on Fabian now. ]

I do try to take you seriously.

[ He tries with everyone. ]