The scary thing was, he actually opened his mouth to tell her. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her exactly what he was thinking about. His mouth snapped shut and he tangled his fingers in her hair so that she would know that it wasn't her, it was him. He didn't know how to deal with sharing things, and the fact that he wanted to share with her made him more than a little nervous. He licked his lips and smiled. "I...Just keep fucking up everytime I try to play. I have a chronic fear of public embarassment," he said with a light chuckle. He scooted her closer. "Too bad you have to go in later, although I could follow you from bar to bar like a lost puppy."