Silverlight Terrace a lovely night for stargazing and poorly behaving

She seemed just as sheepish as himself, only making guilt wash out his shame. Atticus took a few trotting steps towards her, "Wait! Uh, you don't have to leave. I mean, if you don't want to that is... if you do that's fine too." 

He was talking too much, wasn't he?

The boy plopped his rear to the ground and sighed a half-exasperated-half-amused breath of air. He smiled kindly and tilted his head. "I won't bite- or sing anymore, I'm sure it was horrendous to hear." He chuckled lightly, hopefully humor would convince her to stay.