"Not that," Ezra says, immediate and fierce. "Never that." Then he hesitates and adds, reluctantly. "Not intentionally, not to be cruel."

Sometimes pain is inevitable, even when trying to be compassionate, like lancing a wound. But neither does he want to just dismiss the pain his presence may be causing. He can't tell, yet, whether he really should leave.

He grimaces and shifts, uncomfortable. "The simple answer is I wanted to see you. And I had sreasons to believe that - that would be...welcome." He smiles, faintly. "And right this minute, I'm too worried about you to feel good about just going, 'oh, my mistake'."

He's also not sure where else to go. Surely making his way to Lothal is out of the question. Ultimately he will bow to the guidance of the Force, but he'd honestly believed that he had been, and here he is.