Norman blinked. It was as if he were receiving multiple transmissions at once and didn't know how to process them. They both wanted him to go to lunch with them? He wasn't quite sure that he could handle this kind of kind gesture. It was so unexpected. So unnatural. So -- exhilarating!
He even managed to crack a smile. It was a little bit crooked. His smile, that is. Because he didn't do it too often. But it was an honest smile. Or as honest of a smile that Norman Bates could provide.
"I lll-l-like tacos. I would l-l-love to go out to lunch with you both."
He looked at Wesley's hand a little suspiciously before reaching out and giving it a shake.
"Oh no! I don't have the money for a cleaning staff. I do all of the upkeep myself. Cleaning, organizing. I've been thinking about painting the outside of the motel but I haven't decided on a c-color yet."