Moonspear Madness fills my heart and soul

He chuckled. Oblivious, though, to the fact that Meerkat knew the feeling because she had perhaps felt it herself (as it hadn't even occurred to him yet that she might have had eyes for someone), he found her description charming and accurate. "Yeah, that's kind of what it's like," He agreed, thankful that she'd come up with a description of the sensation that was civil, and mindful of his....Sensitivies. He balked though, feeling his cheeks grow warm when Meerkat offered to keep helping. 

Part of him wanted to tell her to go right ahead- but some part of him felt that it might not be the right thing to do. Not because she was his kid sister, and that he shouldn't be using her to scope out potential matches, but because...He felt guilty, thinking about even trying to find someone else. It felt wrong to be looking elsehwere when- and it hadn't really hit him before- he already had eyes for someone. Part of him wanted to tell Meerkat that it was fine to keep looking simply so that he didn't have to explain himself to her, and because he wasn't sure he could discourage her from doing so without giving something away. His mind raced, and choking on a breath, he looked around almost frantically and lamely, in a voice that was high-pitched and somewhat broken, he blurted "Oh, hey, look, uh, flowers!" As they approached a small patch of daisies that were in rough shape, having lost most of their petals from the cold that had seeped into the nights.