He takes a small bite off the end of the carrot, chews it thoughtfully while he considers, presses his nail lightly into the crisp surface of it.

He doesn't know what to make of the mixed signals he's getting, so the best he can offer is, "If you change your mind, it's okay." K won't be angry.

"I've never done anything like this. I don't know how good I'll be at it."