"Stop apologizing. It means less every time you do it. And stop overthinking." I would tell him to stop cleaning, but if he stopped for it in the heat of the moment then there's probably nothing that will keep him from it now that the moment has come and gone.

Climbing off the bed, I locate my shorts before tossing the pillow aside. Sliding back into them, I flop back down on the bed in order to do them up. For a quiet moment I just stare at the ceiling, considering what to say next. I don't want to make things worse or 'awkward', since that's clearly something he has strong feelings about. Our threshold for that sort of thing clearly doesn't match up.

"I do want to stay," I eventually remind him. I told him earlier that I didn't leave because I wanted to the last time I was here. I felt like I needed to, mostly for my own sake, and that feeling isn't gone.