"Yeah, no, everything's fine. It's great, actually." He scratched his head and watched her become uncomfortable. "Maybe... Do you want to sit down?" It would be better if she was sitting, right? He felt as if he were making a mountain out of a mole hill. First he wasn't allowed to tell her, now he was--sort of--but making her wait to hear about it all this time didn't make it any easier to talk about.