You don't want to talk, Andy. [ His body wasn't help him, though. He had been in negative percentage points for his arousal literally three seconds ago, but her thigh presses against him and he stirs anyway, despite himself. He didn't reach out for her, though. Just took her shoves. ]

Because soon as I start talking you're going to give me shit. It doesn't matter. Okay? Yeah. I fucking missed you. More than you missed me, probably.

I spent like four weeks of it half convinced you were dead. And when I finally get to see you, you gotta go and make fun of me for making it romantic or whatever and it totally ruins my mood.

[ Technically the truth. It did ruin his mood, but not the way he's implying. ]

I'm just relieved to see you and happy to be here. You don't need to get on my case about it.

[ This is how you convinced someone you didn't love them, right? By getting offended at the implication? ]