[He's pretty sure he's about to pass out from all the blood rushing to his face. He's bright, bright red all the way up to his ears, and all the way down his neck and below his shirt collar. Holy shit why did he say that and it's not helping his inner thoughts but asldhgasd; jesus he wasn't thinking and Keith said he wasn't bad at flirting and GOD did he know he's been flirting with him and too nice to say anything he's going to actually die. How can he play off what he just said as a joke. HA HA, GET IT, CAUSE THE SIGN SAYS HE'S BETTER AND IF HE'S GOOD AT ONE THEN... ANYWAY. GUESS I'LL JUST GO DIE NOW.]
[Focuses on mopping up the coffee, bumping his hands stupidly against Keith's a few times and feeling even more flustered, mumbling an apology.]
[Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck he should say something, the silence has stretched too long. /STARES INTENSELY DOWN AT THE TABLE EVEN NOW THAT THE COFFEE'S ALL CLEANED UP.]
Uh-- in any case, it's been a while for both. [BE COOL, DON'T BE A LOSER.] So don't know... [UH.] how accurate the sign can be at this point.
[Punctuates this with a strained little laugh. LOOK. HE'S NORMAL. JUST NORMAL THINGS TO TALK ABOUT. HE'S NOT THINKING ABOUT KISSING YOU, NO SIR.]