when I look at the stars I feel like myself

I'm sure he knows that you're trying. He's just... kind of an idiot when it comes to these kinds of things. But that doesn't mean you should give up on him. [He moves down the workbench a little to check a plant sealed in a glass tube.] He's going to feel kind of like an ass for having kicked you out once he's got more sleep in him. But that's his thing. Neither of you are good with communication. [He chuckles a little,] I'm not even that great at it, myself. It's just going to take time and willingness, I guess. [Like he's one to talk, not talking about the occasional moods he gets.]