He nodded. He knew he should've waited. The expression on her face for the moment he saw it told him a lot. He went to her and dropped down to his knees, forcing her to look at him.
"I'm not mad or anything. I sprung it on you, and that wasn't fair. I'll go, and when you want to see me again, you can just send me a note, yeah?" He bit his lip, praying to Merlin that she would sent him a note. He got up, touching her hand for the briefest of moments before he backed away, not turning away from her until he had to.
One thing was glaringly obvious: he had the worst timing ever.