[As much as he can just stay like this with Reim holding him, he doesn't need a reminder he's way stronger on top of the fact he's bigger. So he takes Reim's hands in his, pushing them back against his chest with a wistful, overdramatic sigh.]

I think you mean I didn't cook, because now I have. I put out all of this for you neatly and this is how you treat me... [It's not neat- the papers on Reim's desk are in a very bad stack and everything's probably out of order now. But like, he tried?] Maybe I am just not cut out to try and do all the things you tell me after all... I shouldn't bother.