[ She's lucky he's used to this now, really, because of how often she does it to him. ]

I'll think about it. [ It rings a little less hollow than he thinks it should, and maybe he really will think about it, but—things are still... it's still... ] I got to hold his hand on Sunday. It was nice. I almost asked him to stay the night with me, but I knew you'd be coming by, so I didn't.

[ ...that's so much, oh god. Leaps and bounds and he's still not sure if the guy likes him like that or not. ]

I... don't know if I'd regret not telling him if anything ever happened. [ Easy breathing. ] I might regret telling him more. That's why I haven't, really.