Connor gave her a pointed look, raising his eyebrows as if trying to make her see the obvious. "That's what I'm saying! If I weren't an idiot, I could've already said all of that. I wouldn't have needed to sing it in the first place." Obviously. Women!
He watched her carefully, wondering what was going through her head. Sometimes, Kimberly's expressions were like an open book, just begging to be read. And sometimes, like now, there was a myriad of thoughts and emotions in her eyes and he had no clue what to think. At least she spoke most of what she meant. Well, he hoped it was most of.
Was he ready for this? Yeah. Yeah, he was pretty sure he was. He liked her, there really wasn't a question about that. And she already knew she was going to be competing with two women who'd stomped all over his fragile heart. "We haven't been 'just friends' in a long time, Kimberly," he pointed out, feeling a bit lightheaded at everything that was happening just then. He'd planned on drawing this night out quite a bit more than this first but when it was there in his lap, who was he to argue? "And...I don't want to be anymore. I mean, you're still my friend. I don't want that part to change. I think the best relationships are based on friendships anyway, right?" That had to be why it had worked so well for him in the future. Not that he had any business thinking of that just then. "I... I want to. To be with you, I mean. If you'll still have me." Only Connor could turn professions of emotion into rambling, stuttering messes.