Lea raked a hand back through his hair, fidgety. The truth was he didn't know what to do about it either. He was still trying to figure out his own emotions--trying to figure out anybody else's was like pulling on a Chinese finger trap: the harder he tried, the more exasperated he got.

He shifted and braced his hands on the counter, hoisting himself up to sit there, and then he shook his head.

"I... I don't either," he admitted, lowering his eyes, searching the lines of the tile floor for an answer. He glanced up then, looking a little sheepish. "I know I'm a little... hair trigger?" he ventured, then blew out a sigh. "So I guess... sorry for that. I know you're trying. Hell, I am too. But I'm used to the way I react to stuff, and so when I see you do something I do, I just assume you're doing it for the same reasons I do." He chuckled lightly. "That's why I tell you you're a bad liar--it takes one to know one."

He exhaled audibly, spine sagging a bit where he sat.

"You don't make eye contact when you're lying either," he said, "but... I guess it's like you said: you... don't make eye contact a..." He paused, then shook his head. "But you usually keep eye contact with me," he said then, frowning. "I've noticed the way you tend to look at people's collars or their hands or mouths when they're talking, but you don't usually do that with me. Unless we're walking somewhere or something."