"You don't need to give me more reasons," he says hastily, with some more nervous laughter, because the complimentary explanations are making him awkward. "I just... like to know. So that I can try to be better. I'm not sure how anyone could not care if they were your friend, but I'd like to be as good at it as I can. I like making other people happy. I like making you happy. It's the least I can do."

She can get poetic and he can prattle on... It works out.