[It's actually quite fascinating and his head is sort of quiet and interspersed with random swells of my god your head and why are you so perfect. It's pathetically kittenish, like his own head is watching her thoughts swim by like fish in an aquarium, fascinated by each and every one.

...Only for her to slam the metaphorical door shut on him and he's left blinking, unaware that completely got glazey eyed and dopey there for a second.]

If it doesn't, it could be... a thing. I mean, you'd never have to wonder if something bad was happening or vice versa. [Yes, the optimism is astounding. He starts to follow her, realizes that would be counterproductive and then stands there awkwardly.] I'm just saying, there's definite good things about it.