I already told you why I'd think that. But maybe if you'd had more than a few seconds, you'd have written something clearer.

[He's still going to be rude, but he's going to try and give her the benefit of the doubt here. His shoulders relax, and he stares at the table. He feels like an idiot now, but he also feels like it was justified. Should he tell her that's why he didn't take her fishing?]

...I did write something. I wanted Yue to think I actually wanted to come, so...if I let you read it, will you keep this between us?

[He slides his journal in front of him, waiting for a confirmation.]