The Bracken Woods it's better to burn than to fade away

The question makes his ears pin to his skull again, but he can't really blame him. No, There's a lump in his throat, and he can't swallow it back. I— I know it seems... otherwise, but— I don't want anyone else. Not any more. I just thought— I wanted to feel— not-awkward. He regrets the words as soon as they're out of his mouth, but he can't take them back; it's true.
It was stupid. It is stupid, He shifts uncomfortably, watching the anxiety in Delight's expression and wishing he could undo the last half hour. Especially since— I do want, you know, us, if— if that's what you want. More than I've wanted anything in a long time. I just— He lets out a sharp, restless breath. I'm— a little scared, I guess.