Josh scooped another chip full of salsa, and perked up at the mention of a movie title he actually knew. "Did Saul Bass work with Hitchcock a lot? My dad always loved those movies, but I don't think I ever sat down and watched one from the beginning with him." He pushed the sad feelings that always came with thinking of his family away, and took a sip of water to give himself a moment.
"No, it's okay," he said slowly, trying to smile reassuringly. It turned out to be more like a grimace, but he rushed to explain because the last thing Josh wanted to do was make Nora feel bad for feeling comfortable enough around him to let her guard down as much as she had. "Seriously," Josh waved his hand dismissively, "I'm too sensitive sometimes. A lot of the time. And you're right - I made a really good salsa." He smiled, absent-mindedly starting a thumb war, because clearly he reverted to being a five-year-old when near girls. Good.
He shrugged. "Sometimes it was. It got better after I started playing soccer in middle school, though."