"I'm not exaggerating. At least, not consciously. It's what I really think. Maybe I shouldn't've said it, though. Was it wrong to say it?"
For all his enthusiasm, he's extremely good at second-guessing himself, and he has absolutely no idea what the appropriate things to say in a situation like this are. It'd be better if he kept his mouth shut entirely, he knows it, but that's never been something that's come to him easily, and thus far, Ned hasn't chastised him for babbling, even if he's seemed vaguely amused by it.
Standing in front of Ned with no shirt on at all should seem intimidating, somehow, but it doesn't -- sure, he's full of jittery nerves and excitement, but, perhaps surprisingly, he doesn't mind Ned seeing him like this. That's probably why he puts a hand on Ned's cheek and very gently leans down to kiss him, and then laughs a little, feeling suddenly lightheaded.
"I think I need to sit down," he says, and if it came from anyone else, it could be a simple machination to get both of them sitting or lying on the bed together, but from him, it's entirely true; he wants to sit down, but he doesn't want to stop touching Ned, so when he flops down none too gracefully on the bed, he does so with his body angled towards Ned, his hand still on his cheek.
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For all his enthusiasm, he's extremely good at second-guessing himself, and he has absolutely no idea what the appropriate things to say in a situation like this are. It'd be better if he kept his mouth shut entirely, he knows it, but that's never been something that's come to him easily, and thus far, Ned hasn't chastised him for babbling, even if he's seemed vaguely amused by it.
Standing in front of Ned with no shirt on at all should seem intimidating, somehow, but it doesn't -- sure, he's full of jittery nerves and excitement, but, perhaps surprisingly, he doesn't mind Ned seeing him like this. That's probably why he puts a hand on Ned's cheek and very gently leans down to kiss him, and then laughs a little, feeling suddenly lightheaded.
"I think I need to sit down," he says, and if it came from anyone else, it could be a simple machination to get both of them sitting or lying on the bed together, but from him, it's entirely true; he wants to sit down, but he doesn't want to stop touching Ned, so when he flops down none too gracefully on the bed, he does so with his body angled towards Ned, his hand still on his cheek.