He felt awkward, sitting there. He wanted to cuddle his girlfriend, or let her hold him again. Something.
Maybe, he hoped, if he just presented this to her right. He had this whole speech worked out the night before, after the meeting, but he'd lost his nerve when he found her sleeping. He couldn't remember all of it now. "Would you still like me if I was brave?" That came out a little weird. "If I did something brave?" Stan looked at her hopefully.