Rory was silent. Here it was, the moment he'd been dreading for weeks. He immediately experienced two clashing regrets at once - part of him regretted putting off his explanation for so long and the other part regretted offering it in the first place. Rory took a few deep breaths and tried to calm the part of his brain that screamed to hold back this information, but after a few moments he conquered enough of the doubt to begin an explanation.
"Fiona," he began slowly, pausing for a beat to let the force of the name sink in. He was pretty sure that Eisen wouldn't be terribly surprised. "She..." he closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again. "She kissed me on the cheek a few months ago. A-and then... she kissed me again on Halloween. You know. A... kiss." His inflection on the word was all that was necessary to imply what he meant. "It was sudden. And... unexpected." And unlike her, Rory thought to himself, although he didn't voice that thought aloud.
"But then she ran away before we could talk about it. Things were awkward for a few days, but then she liberated me from the lighting booth at the ballet. I'd gotten stuck." Rory winced, partially at what he would have to say next and partially at his own lack of verbal prowess. No matter how many times he'd rehearsed this little speech in his head, now it was coming out as garbled, unclear sentences and there wasn't much he could do to fix it.
He pressed his lips together, chewing on them from the inside before continuing, his voice heavy with regret. "Then... we talked." Rory stopped, his eyes turned away in shame. He couldn't even voice the question she'd asked, instead he just implied it via it's answer. When he spoke again, Rory's voice was barely above a whisper, and the words shook under the weight of emotion. "I told her no." Rory's shoulders trembled just a little. He didn't look up.