"You're not pushy." he spoke outloud, still a little too loudly, making a face. It felt wrong, speaking and not hearing enough to even understand his own words. He went back to singing, hoping she knew enough to understand along with the lip reading.
Constantly. he admit, thinking about it for a minute before his hands moved again, But that doesn't mean I want to stop. And he really meant it. He had no idea where it all came from and he'd never expected to even be interested in someone so soon, but he was and he didn't want to deny that. She was a small bright spot in this place for him and he didn't know how he'd deal without it.