Cade doesn't find this entirely helpful, and this is clear by the dubious, still-strained look on his face.
"...but he doesn't," he points out, "he's made that clear." He purses his lips and shakes his head. "...and I'm no good at talking." Perhaps except for now, but they have a certain established rapport in which this kind of thing is okay. Only here. Nowhere else.
"I'm no good at any of it." He adds this in a way that is less self-pitying than simply stating a problem, as he hasn't the faintest idea of how to go about solving it.