[Ogata watches all her movements as she thinks, seemingly impassive though he's carefully following it with his eyes. This discomfort. Stowing the photo and the dead stare at the mirror. Now, he's really got no idea what any of this means, but he's sure taking it all in.

But when she finally answers, he seems to... relax? Like some of the tension the mirror put into his shoulders fades away. As if her answer is what he wanted to hear. He cracks the faintest of smiles, even.]

You act like it's so horrible to admit something like that. If you're just positive and selfless all the time it feels fake.
[A lie for being negative? Nah. To Ogata, she seems more real than ever.]

... If you hadn't selfishly insisted I taught you how to dance we probably wouldn't be standing here talking now.
[That's arguably a case to not be selfish, from some people's perspective.]