"I'm nervous because..." oh, this was such an impossible task. How was he supposed to figure out the cause of sensation he could barely identify only through feeling a tiny bit of perspiration on his body caused by it. It wasn't possible. It was... I'm nervous. Al thought. I'm really nervous. Why am I nervous?
"I'm nervous because you'll keep staring," he mumbled abruptly, and stilled, figuring out the second part of the puzzle. "And I'm excited. Because you'll keep staring."