"I'm not good at this," Vaughn admitted with a smile. He was making this too serious. It really wasn't Mao's fault that he was inexperienced and couldn't control himself like a damn teenager. "I'm sorry. I'm just- worrying ahead of time. My mom always gets annoyed with that."
He could loosen up. He ate another egg roll, willing himself to relax against the sofa, to not act as though any kind of proximity to Mao would make him implode. Their knees almost touched. Almost.
"I'll let you have the bed and I'll sleep on the couch, I'm a gentleman," Vaughn replied. "And eventually I'll get tired of sleeping on the couch and I'll come back to my bed." He grinned. "Even with that pout you're ridiculously cute."
He was blushing again, but it wasn't the worst thing in the world. He was more comfortable now, or at least faking it until he believed it, because Vaughn was not made to be around hot people. "I'm positive. I figure if you were going to eat me you'd have eaten me by now. Though if I do wake up to you gnawing on my arm I'm calling the whole thing off."
Vaughn picked up his noodles again, and his chop sticks. "So we should go to the movies. As our first going out adventure. Or anywhere you like, really. Crazy golf? There's a water park about an hours drive away I've kinda wanted to go to- oh, but you're a kitty, aren't you? You don't like water." Now that he wasn't driving himself crazy it was easy enough for Vaughn to admire Mao more openly. "Thank you for telling me."