In a romantic comedy, he'd have had something more suave to say. Something smooth that would make her melt, or just something cool.
Instead, he just repeated it. "I'm completely crazy about you." He managed half a grin, mostly because this was so damn surreal. "Thought you knew, but that I wasn't your type. Uh, still pretty sure I'm not your type. But you're exactly mine. My type, that is."
His free hand reached for one of the ones on her knees and threaded his fingers with hers. Funny how easy it was to do that. "Wasn't intending to let you know since it might make things weird, and I know you've got that thing for your Jimmy guy--or at least you did, or--" Fuck it, he had no idea what he was talking about anymore. All the unspoken stuff seemed to be clogging together in his head trying to come out at once.
Duncan groaned. "Can you just ignore all the idiot babbling I'm doing? The important bit was the crazy about you part. I've known that for ages, I just tried not to think about it."