"Date... Date-san." He can't stop himself from taking your hand, but he's biting his lower lip.

"I--you don't have to do this. I mean--" He struggles briefly, not knowing how to word this without upsetting you. "I wanted what happened. It was... it was good. But you don't owe me anything--if you don't want anything else, that's fine too." His fingers tighten a little on your hand, contrary to his words, and he hesitates helplessly--he wants this too much, and he can't meet your eyes because he knows his own are helpless and hungry, and he wants you to decide.