When she cups his cheek and starts stroking his skin, his eyes find hers again, their wandering over. She's just as beautiful as the day he first met her, when he'd remarked on her appearance to Hank. He's always thought she was pretty, but they're only friends, right? So what is all this? She seems serious?

"I- I wouldn't say...no? That sounds nice."

His thoughts are tripping over themselves, looping between trying to judge her sincerity and simply wanting to go along with it all. He's aware that he'd kissed her a few months back in a time of need, and that she'd shut him down. He's accepted her decision, and hasn't asked or tried for anything more in the time since. He doesn't want to ruin the closeness they've found as friends. He's not sure what's changed? Sure, she's finally deviated completely, but that shouldn't have any effect on her feelings for him. What's different? If only his thoughts were more clear- but they're still fuzzy from the cotton candy, even if he's not aware of that. All he knows is that his brain feels like it's wrapped in literal cotton, and that look in her eyes is drawing him in.

His mouth opens, but no words come. His eyes search hers, his hand reaching up to hold her hand on his cheek.

"I'm not afraid." Not what he planned to say, but it's what spills out. "I understand, and I..." His eyes travel to her lips, then back up to meet her eyes again. "You are special to me, too. And I- I want."

He's not entirely sure what he wants, but he knows whatever it is, he wants it.