[ The question is met with an incredulous look and long silence as K struggles to understand how that conclusion was even reached. Because he's asking the wrong questions? How did he manage to fuck this up already? That has to be a new record. Inwardly sighing, he has to resist the urge to express his frustration outwardly, knowing it will probably just exacerbate the situation. ]

I've been asking about these things for months, trying to learn more about your life. You don't like talking about it. [ It's a delicate emphasis placed on that you, not accusatory. ] And that's fine, I've tried to respect that, but what's given you the impression I'm not interested now? Now, when you're finally giving me the answers to my questions instead of changing the subject.

[ Unless that is, in fact, what Tech Boy is attempting to do right now.

And maybe he's a little hurt, but he's doing his best not to show that, either. Because he doesn't want to make this about his feelings — he wants to understand Tech Boy's. ]