[Ferran shakes his head at the apology, even as something twists in his chest. He never would think such a thing about a stranger, but he knows it's all fake.]

No, it's true. [He knows he looks awful; he feels it, too.] I...

[There's a lot you could give me, he thinks, a thought that feels completely out of place but absolutely true. He pushes it aside with a twitch of his brow.]

I wouldn't mind the company, if you're not... too busy. Or I could just come around with you, maybe.