Jon had been finishing the last of his drink when she came right out and said that she liked him. And as a result, most of it went down the wrong pipe. He was so unused to being in this position as it was, without her skipping past the unwritten rules of being stupid.
After recovering from his coughing fit, he took a few deep breaths and tried to appear less horribly lame. "Me too. I mean, I like you. I don't like me. I mean, I do like me, but that's not what I was trying to--so, walk you home?"