[And for a brief moment he contemplates telling her about Lila, about how his first kiss ever ended at the wrong end of a gun and with what could've had the makings of a relationship being snipped in the bud. Complicated is pretty much the tag-line of his entire life and this isn't that much different, all things considered. At least they're not on opposite ends of the country.
But it doesn't feel like the kind of thing you tell a girl you just kissed, and so he doesn't, just furrows his brows in thought and tries to think of something else. The light brush of her hand along his arm is soothing, and he subconsciously mirrors it, fingers toying with the soft hairs at her neck. ]
I don't... I don't really... do this. [You're special. This is special. He has no clue on how to deal with this, but it's special and he's already taken too much of a risk not to try and figure out what this is. What it could be.]