And you're an idiot, I know. You're forgiven, okay? It's not like you've ever confessed before...

[ don't worry, she knows. she says it with frustrated affection, but she knows. god, her name... it really does sound so different when it's his mouth forming the word. warm and affectionate, filled to the brim and then some with-- with love, oh my god, with love.

anna hesitates, just a little, in that shy way he's come to know, before she closes the rest of the distance between them and takes his other hand, squeezing both. ]

So. You gonna ask me out, or am I gonna have to do it again? It's rude to keep a girl waiting.