Harold, however, didn't appear to be able to do very much. He stood dumbfounded, trying to process this new information. So it was a secret. A bloody huge secret in fact as far as Sally went. He stared at her on the sofa, as if waiting for the punchline he knew wasn't coming.
She liked him. Liked him liked him. No one had ever, as far as he knew, liked him liked him before. What did you even DO in a situation like this?
Would she even WANT to do anything? She liked girls first and foremost didn't she? Was this her way of saying she wanted to avoid him? Or was bringing him to this little secret room and snuggling (holy crap, had she been snuggling all this time?) with him her way of saying she wanted to BE with him?
Eventually though, he figured he should say something... "Er.. I.." He started, feeling more than awkward, "What..What now?"