God, well there's the answer as to whether he needs to or not. He steels himself, looking down at the drink for a moment, playing with it some more, fighting with the right words on how to respond.

"For. The dramatics," he continues. "The... Ranting." He glances up at the other man, catching his eye before glancing away and flushing slightly at the way that he's watching him. "For the kiss. It wasn't. I hadn't meant for things to go that way..." To let him know, he had hoped for a much different way of breaking it to him. In much different circumstances.