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a faint smile lingers on his features as he watches the other look around as if expecting someone else. it fades, though, with his words. blossom's first thought is that it's a polite rejection, and that he ought to take it gracefully and move on (wishful thinking); it doesn't occur to him that it's not obvious he only wants to hang out for a bit. embarrassed, he blurts: no, i meant — well, um, you don't have to — i was just hoping for some company. but i know we just met, and you probably have friends waiting for you at home, and — i'm sorry, i'm just really lonely lately. at some point he does need to stop for breath, and it's in that moment that he decides it's very much time to shut up.