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So, apparently he and Jo were, like, together now. Officially. Which was awesome - it wasn’t like he’d never had a girlfriend before, but it wasn’t that common of an occurrence for him, or anything - but also really, really terrifying. It hadn’t been terrifying the other day, when it had happened, though - he’d been just happy, and not scared at all, but now that he wasn’t under the influence of mood alteration, he was freaking the hell out - a lot.

But quietly.

He didn’t really want to let on to Jo just how freaked out he actually was - because he didn’t want her to think that meant he didn’t want this, because he did, or that it was her he was scared of, because that wasn’t it at all, he was past that now mostly, except for when he had dreams - that weren’t visions - of her with black eyes again; and then there was the whole mess with the fact that he’d never had a proper real girlfriend that he was this serious about and he didn’t know what he was doing, but he thought you were supposed to take the girl on dates, like, often, and he didn’t want to go anywhere, because anything could happen if they went anywhere - he was doing his best to stay quiet about it, and act like nothing was wrong - all bright smiles and almost manic hyperactivity, and he hoped he wasn’t getting annoying or anything, because he had been practically following her around like a hyper puppy for the past day or two, and he was sure sooner or later she was going to get annoyed and tell him to go away, and he really didn’t want her to, but he couldn’t help it because it was either hyperactive and cheerful, or panic.

And he really would rather be annoyingly upbeat than freak out and ruin everything.

“Are you sure I can’t help with anything?” He’d probably asked that like twelve times in the last half-hour, but it was hard not to want to help with things, when he had this much forced-energy going on. And besides, she was counting inventory - he could totally help with that. It was just counting things. Easy.