There were emotions there, of course. Strong and compelling as any would be at such an age. The need to feel, the excitement of knowing, of touching, of being intimate. Of being a part of someone else. Confusion and curiousity and fear that you might screw up... might not be good enough... would be terrible and be hated forever... the need to know.
It was something every person inevitably felt at some point in their life. He could feel another piece of the puzzle start to slip into place as she stood there, screaming down at him, but the whole was not yet complete. There was more to it, more that he would probably not find this day. But this moment was important. As important as the moment Carol became a permanent part of her.
He needed more information. More sensations and thoughts and memories. With a nudge at a stream of consciousness, he shifted its flow to bend around similar times... of her wanting to feel and touch and know.