It was definitely a step in the right direction, but the only problem was... his happy thoughts were really there anymore. All that was running through his head was that he wasn't good enough for her. He wasn't enough to make her stay. He'd falsely hoped that he was at one time, but how could someone want to stay behind for someone who couldn't say three simple words that he felt, but had no clue... that he did?
He pushed her hair back on the other side for her, and was about to say something else when the microwave buzzed. Great. Ruin it. He jumped a bit, but had to let her hand go to get the cups out. He opened the little door and got them out, shaking the little packets out and shaking them. He poured them in, stirred, put some marshmallows and chocolate chips in, and handed hers to her.
He led the way over to his window, sitting in the window sill. He had tons of pillows over there to sit on, and it was really comfy. "Wendy... " He looked down at his cup. "If I were someone else, asking you to stay, would you?"