No, you're not. Not to me anyway. If anything, I'm probably the awful friend for not offering you a chance to help, but rather... keeping things from you because I thought you'd freak out or be upset.

[ Aiichiro shrugs his shoulders, turns back toward the food, figuring at very least he can finish it for Nagisa. Offering physical touch might be a nice thing, but also maybe not the best thing, and he's not sure yet which. So he'll finish cooking first, and then see. ]

I'm already worried at this point, Nagisa. I'd rather you tell me what I'm worried about than just worry in the dark. If you can talk about it, I mean.