[He looks over at her and forces himself not to look away, even though it's like trying to force himself to look at a solar eclipse or something, such is the weight of the embarrassment he feels about this. She's so earnest! She's turning that on him, the worst possible person to turn that kind of feeling on! He can't stop overthinking it. He needs to head home and lie in bed and obsessively replay this whole conversation all night and make it even weirder than it already is. That's clearly the only path forward from here, is just making things absolutely fucking awkward.

Sheesh, that smile. Like his ears weren't pink enough.]

You're . . . yeah. I could tell. I mean, shit, you know what I mean, so I'm not even gonna bother trying to say what I mean. You fill it in!