Wanted? Not particularly. Should? Probably - that's how it usually works, after all. But the number of times he's talked about anything is... well. Low. Could? Staring at his knees, Cloud swallows. Opens his mouth again and tries, really, he does, but...

"I..." He shakes his head, bangs brushing against his arms. He can't say 'no', because it's not exactly doesn't want, but he doesn't actually want to either. Failing to find what he needs, he raises his head again, managing to, at least, give a look from under his lashes and loosen the tight curl a little.

"... accidentally burned something," he manages, nearly whispering, and it's not until he actually says that that he realises what the issue probably is, and now he's embarrassed because that sounds silly... and yet feeling worse, again.