She looked so frustrated with him, and he couldn't blame her. He exhaled sharply, swinging his leg and kicking idly against the bench with his right foot. "I'm sorry. About the mixed signals. I don't mean to. I just...manage to piss you off, and so then I feel like I need to do something to apologize, you know? I wasn't thinking about...." Mentally, he kicked himself. Not only was he being sappy, he wasn't being coherent.
Well, he was going to have to be a big boy and make a decision here. What did he want? Well, the answer to that was simple. He wanted Mary. But there were other things...ramifications that needed to be figured out. He gave himself a swift kick in the arse.
"I do. Want this. Want you. But...." He shrugged. "It's new. And so, kind of weird. Am I making any sense here?" he asked, giving her an imploring look.