[he makes a faint noise through his nose, feeling the little beat of sheepishness...and letting it go.]

And I guess...you don't really feel up for it in turn, huh. [whether that's part-in-part with the hell he's been through, or just disposition is...hard to know for sure. Manabu sure as hell isn't a psychologist! he can only assume unless told otherwise, and even then.]

...Then what kept you from decking me the first time I chatted you up? I mean, you looked about to, I guess, but.