"You can do plenty." He began, as he eased back into his chair and tore her attention away from her menu by slapping it flat with his palm. The center of it collapsed onto the table, and he watched her barely surprised look trickle upward into his eye line. Baited of course by the abruptness of his gesture. "You can continue to be supportive, sweet, and beautiful. You can continue to look at me the way you do when you think I'm not looking, because I see it, and I know what it means. It means you love me, and I love you. And I might not say it or express it all the time, because I'm like a really... frozen turkey like... uhh.. " His brows came together for a moment, blues bouncing down to the word 'hummus' on the menu and then back up. "Before Christmas or Thanksgiving, like the night before. When the turkey is really icy and you have to leave it out like, all night to thaw. Then the next day it's pretty icy too, but it's a lot more malleable, and ready to be stuffed and uhh, prepared..."
He paused, mouth agape, what the fuck was he even trying to say? He retreated his hand and left it at that for now, letting the confusion sink in and attending to a sudden itch on the bridge of his nose. Admitting all that felt nice. It also made him feel itchy.