He certainly doesn't feel lightly, about anything.

"My whole life.. I had direction. Whether laid out by Mother, by Doom, or by myself... and now, the only thing I can think of that I want.. doesn't want me. And that's... I have to learn to be fine with that." His hands are still on the mug.

"I.. there is someone. Mira's nice. mart. Pretty too. Not sure what her interest in me is... besides the obvious." He makes a gesture to himself. Even crippling unease and shattered self-worth can't suppress quite all that ego.