For an uncomfortable span of time, he would just stare at Sarita, unable to really conjure up any words. There was a distinct problem that was causing his thought processes to run in circles. She was right, but he didn't want her to be. "To be accepted so completely would still mean something. It has to mean something." It clearly sounded like he was trying convince himself of this fact, it would be simpler if that were actually true. The only problem was that he knew it wasn't, he knew his nature too well, and to be freely accepted without any kind of process would feel wrong. This was what puzzled him though, how was acceptance supposed to be given then? If there were terms and conditions then what was the point? It wasn't acceptance if that were the case, just conditional tolerance.
He took several moments to collect himself and try to see this under the lens of sense, or at least some semblance of it. He was far too unsettled right now to do an effective job of it though, constantly evading eye contact and exhibiting body language which suggested he wanted to leave. "It would feel like pity, that's my problem, I don't want pity. I don't want to be accepted so completely just because I've never been entitled to it before. I want it to have value, but I don't know what that's supposed to feel like."
