[No, it's not a better question. He feels so much, and he knows that isn't really what Livio is asking for, but all of the self-loathing and self-doubt dances on the tip of his tongue anyway. Feebly, he gathers some of the fabric of his shirt into his hands, squeezing against the cotton before letting it go once more.]

I like you a lot, Livio. I mean, who wouldn't wanna make eyes at a big, kind cowboy like yourself, yeah? [He tries, so hard, to smile.] But the thing is, I also feel real unworthy. You have a big heart, anyone can see that. You don't d-

[He shakes his head.]

I feel like you don't deserve someone as fickle as me.