No!

[It's his turn to be emotional again. As soon as she asks "did I do something," he replies quickly and loudly. Cinnamon hasn't done anything wrong at all, and he hates himself for giving her that impression. How does he damage control? His ears flick about, almost as if they're flailing, but he manages to keep his hands on the table. Small miracle.]

I mean, no. Of course not. You're just...quiet. Sorta like someone I used to know.

[a/n: he's referring to himself ;)]

And I don't even know where to start. I'm...really glad to meet you is all.