[His mouth presses. His brows furrow and he lets her stammer. Yeah, he can understand why that might be too much information even if she did (in his mind) ask.

She commands him not to talk and he's not even hurt. He just nods his head and does as he's told. No talking. Okay. That's cool. That's fine. He withholds the impulsive apology that sits on the tip of his tongue.

At last, they reach that park. He lays out his half of the bounty and helps to organize hers by carefully plucking them off her. Picnic time. And cursing in the grass. Why not?]

I mean... if you're sure. [He supposes it's time to talk again.] Just think you shouldn't have to pay for a conversation.

[He thinks he understands what she means, but in a roundabout sort of way, so he doesn't want to just go and say that. Instead, he just nods. And then shrugs off her confusion. He keeps his eyes down on his setup.]

I guess it's pretty lame of me to say, but, I don't really have a lot of people to talk to and clients really don't count. They're not actually interested in me. Which, I mean, you're a client but, what I'm trying to say is, if you're looking for conversation, that's cool, because I'd like that too. Gets... gets kinda lonely sometimes, you know? Would be nice to have a friend.