"Normally I'm pretty pro at bringing shit like that up." But then, normally, he didn't actually like the chicks that he was bringing it up to. Just wanted a fuck or something. "Yeah," he nodded in response to her explanation. "I don't know fuck-all about shit like this, so I don't even know where to start. Like, I know that you're... not like the other chicks I've been with, both in the way you are and in the way that I... you know... like you." He chuckled softly and chewed on his lip. "I sound like a fucking idiot, but I'm not lying, so..." he trailed off, suddenly more self-conscious than he remembered being.
That question... was a hell of a question. He thought about it for a couple seconds and shrugged a shoulder. "I don't know," he answered honestly. "I mean... it's like... I know as much about shit like this as other people do. Like, I barely fucking know how I feel. I do know, but... you know what I mean, right? Fuck." His habit of devolving into swearing when cornered with something uncomfortable. "Well," he murmured. "A lot of people don't. But... thanks. Good to know people don't see me that way all the time. People other than Reg and Silas, I mean."
She fucked things up, he fucked things up... he bit back a comment about it being like the two of them playing with a loaded gun. "I'm..." he paused, thinking about it for a minute. "You're not the only one who fucks shit up, Bea. But I'd be willing to..." he paused and trailed off, thinking for a moment before starting back up again. "I'd be willing to take that chance. I mean, it's up to you or whatever, but... it'd be hard for you to fuck me up any more than I already am." Spoken like a joke, even if he was kind of serious.
"It's completely up to you, though. I mean... it's your chance to take, and I don't blame you if you don't want to. You don't have to decide right now or anything, but..." he trailed off and cleared his throat. "I'm just, uh... just saying. The option's out there." He sounded like a fucking idiot.