[she is...not wrong, but it doesn't mean he wants to admit that to her! it was hard for him to bring up how he was feeling, too cautious about making her want to run away again. but he should have done it before they slept together, probably.]

It is not easy for either of us. [that much is definitely true.]

[he traces his thumb over her cheek.] I did. You made me feel very happy and very good. I hope it was good for you too.

[he pauses.] I am sorry I did not really tell you what I wanted or liked either. [he realizes she may have been worrying about that, especially since it was wrapped up in his inability to acknowledge Any Feelings.] I am not... used to that. To talking about what I want, to being asked. I don't know how to ask.

But I want to be able to tell you. It's something else we can work on.