Don't be.

[He doesn't know what to do with his face, his hands. The only thing K understands is that he needs to look at him.]

I mean... I like you. Now. Not - what you could be, or what you ought to be whatever the fuck that is or - any of that shit. If you got baggage, it's okay. I'm... God. I'm no better.

You ain't gotta tidy up first.