Padraig followed her, trying to figure out how to phrase everything he was feeling so it didn't just come out as a rather desperate 'love me!' He twisted his hands around and leaned against the counter, his eyes still very much fixed at her head. Head was safe, right?
"I- You- No no. Oh my goodness I am terrible at this. I love you," he finally said, the last sentence sounding like a plea more than anything else.