He does move forward now, sitting down near her, although he's careful to give her distance, not wanting to encroach on her space. She's all nervous energy, and his anxiety stops him from acting how he normally would. He hopes his awkward manners don't stop them from working this out though. Despite her confusion he finds himself agreeing with her. He feels, at least, like he understands what she's saying. He also feels like he agrees with it.

"...I feel the same." He normally worries over his words, about saying the wrong thing, but right now he has no way around his own bluntness. "I don't want to date you. That's not the right kind of love for us."