[He listens to her, and he's almost can't believe what he's hearing. His breath is catching his in throat and he swallows hard, trying to find words. He was too afraid to hope that she was being serious -- he didn't want to throw himself into a pit of disappointment and foolishness if he had been wrong.
But apparently, he wasn't. And it's weird, he doesn't even know what to do with himself. He feels too many things in the pit of his stomach; a mix of happiness and anxiety and a tinge of shy embarrassment. Whereas she runs a hand through her hair, he fidgets with his hands.
He figures he should, at the very least, answer her.]
No, I... I'm more than ready. [Hopefully that was confirmation enough on his own end, if his own flushed state wasn't clue enough.] I just... don't know why you would pick me. [An awkward laugh.] I almost can't believe this is happening.
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But apparently, he wasn't. And it's weird, he doesn't even know what to do with himself. He feels too many things in the pit of his stomach; a mix of happiness and anxiety and a tinge of shy embarrassment. Whereas she runs a hand through her hair, he fidgets with his hands.
He figures he should, at the very least, answer her.]
No, I... I'm more than ready. [Hopefully that was confirmation enough on his own end, if his own flushed state wasn't clue enough.] I just... don't know why you would pick me. [An awkward laugh.] I almost can't believe this is happening.