Oh come on, it's hilarious! Two intelligent adults who are clearly attracted to one another completely missing and misinterpreting signals? That's the kind of thing books are written about!

[He heaves an audible but bemused sigh and rolls away from the bed so he can right himself. His spiky blue hair crests the edge of the bed first and then he lays his chin on the mattress like a golden retriever while he looks at her.]

I honestly just wanted you to sleep here with me. During the day we're always working and I know you want to keep this private for now and I want to respect that. I figured when we're here, alone, we can be as close as we want to be. I can hold you and we can just...bask in each other's warmth, you know? I want that. And I think you do too.

As for...the other thing...yeah. I want that too. But I also know that you're still adjusting to all of this at a much slower pace than I am. I care about you too much to barrel into something like that with you. When it happens, I want it to happen because you're ready and you're able to communicate that to me rather than me just...leading you into unknown territory blindly.