But I'm okay with it. I don't need anybody telling me I'm a great person. I know what kinda person I am and I'm living with it.

[He looks at her again and he realizes maybe he's being selfish, saying all that. Maybe she's looking for something in him. Like maybe she won't be okay if she isn't convinced he's good.]

I mean, I'm not - I'm not saying you shouldn't like me. You do whatever you want. But I don't want you to worry about me.

...I probably shouldn'ta said anything.