[He lets his eyes linger on her back as she disappears through the wall, a small sigh escaping from his chest as soon as she's out of sight. It's only been a few days, but this is already stressing him out in ways he never imagined - walking the fine line between too much and not enough is a difficult task for most people, and for him a little more so. Inexperiencesd, in many ways incapable of reading innuendo or social cues. Coming on too strongly without realizing it, or misinterpreting situations that others would see as obvious.
He's worried about screwing it up. That worry is not going to go anywhere anytime soon.
While she's gone he resets the board, thoughts still very much stuck on her seeing as he could probably set a chess board in his sleep by now. That kiss earlier, that was a rare thing. It's not going to be a habit, kissing her in public, at least not for a good long while and if the situation hadn't lined up the way it did he never would've. It felt... good, not just because of the kiss but also because the act itself set him free in some ways. He doesn't do this. He's never done this, but now he does and that... that feels good.
Once the board is set he leans back against the couch cushions with a soft sigh, combing a hand through his hair as he stares at the ceiling. Waiting for her to come back.]