[He moves aside to let her in; in the living room, he's already shoved the couch back against the wall to clear some more floor space. And he will very gratefully take that beer, tipping it at Natasha with a smile and a,] You're the best.

[He pops the top off with his teeth and takes a drink.] To get the elephant in the room out of the way, I'm not like, traumatized or upset or anything. Well I mean I am traumatized, but not specifically from that. I was fucked up years ago. [He waves a dismissive hand, going to open the pizza box.]

I just don't want things to get weird, I guess?