[ Ahhh, she's embarrassed and Anya never gets embarrassed, not like this. Her eyes are shining, her cheeks are red... she's beautiful. Any uncertainty Mao was feeling about, well, his feelings is vaporized by that little laugh. He just smiles even more broadly at her, even though he can feel himself getting a little pink, too. ]

I dunno, I think that would've been nice, to have been with you everywhere. I think I was more selfish, thinking all the time, "I wish Anya was home." You were having an adventure--no, more than that, you were performing! You were living your dream with the whole world.

[ And he's so proud, he wouldn't want anything else for her. The real dilemma for him is what he wants, but maybe, maybe there's a middle ground here. ]

Maybe next time I'll be good enough to go with you, if you still want that.