[This is a horrible time to get hit with a mack truck of what amounts to all the sort of breakup or whatever feelings he's been deliberately Not Addressing, but that's what has been happening for most of the conversation, and he knows he shouldn't be dwelling on it - he'd like that initial gleeful euphoria to bubble back - but the more he thinks about how he's fucking this up the worse it gets.
So when he looks over, eyes still halfway lowered and ready to dart away, only to see that she's not, he blurts out the first thing that he thinks, which is]
Still wanna kiss ya.
[not what he meant to say, and as soon as it's out he pulls the facial equivalent of "oh shit". But it's. True... so he just stays frozen, like he's waiting for her to punch him for that.]
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So when he looks over, eyes still halfway lowered and ready to dart away, only to see that she's not, he blurts out the first thing that he thinks, which is]
Still wanna kiss ya.
[not what he meant to say, and as soon as it's out he pulls the facial equivalent of "oh shit". But it's. True... so he just stays frozen, like he's waiting for her to punch him for that.]