I said I would, didn't I? [He kind of makes a face, uncomfortable and nervous. He's not sure where to start, or if she'll even listen, or why she would even respond to any feelings he might or might not have for her. He thinks she might, but it's hard for him to grasp that he's in any way likeable. He glances at his door, then pushes it open]

We should... [aimless, rough hand gesture] Fuck, I mean, if we stick around here some dumbass will come strolling and grossly misinterpret the mood and start asking us about timelines or some shit.