[It's somewhere around there that his urge to fiddle with something hits its limit; ultimately, he finds his solution in the napkin holder on the table, pulling one out to fold and twist for the sake of something to do with his hands while they talk. Probably a more appropriate solution would be to just go get something from the barista at the counter, and actually behave as though he's in a cafe for something other than just the conversation, but he's honestly not all that hungry and doesn't feel like wasting perfectly good food just for the sake of occupying his hands.

But it does come with the added effect of having him sit up more properly at the table rather than slouching against the back of his chair, which is probably indicative of progress as much as it is a shift in his mood.]

I don't really know what I'm supposed to be doing.

[The napkin twists under his fingers, curling in on itself to form a spiral as it winds idly tighter and tighter.]

Not just here. I don't have anything waiting back home for me the way you've got Passione. I ought to stop skipping school and make up what I've missed, I guess.

[He shrugs a little, deciding that he might as well elaborate on that as much in response to Bruno's method of handpicking his people as to where his unease with the compliment had stemmed from.]

I fought a lot, even before I got wrapped up in all the legacy bullshit. Kept to myself, took care of myself. Put people in the hospital when I felt like it.

[Walked out on the check when he didn't like the food.]