[ He's not quite blushing, but clearly bashful, eyes finding the floor fast. But he gives a single wry huff of a laugh after a moment, even without a smile; he's swallowed it into an awkward squiggle of a look, an uncomfortable hand searching to rub at the back of his head as he speaks. ]

...You can tell people whatever you want. I am nice, I mean— I want to be. I try to be. But I just— wasn't expecting that... Uh— Thanks?