Neville dropped his hand from her face, nodding at her words, as he pulled back from her.
"I am sorry Hannah. I just..I don't know what's wrong with me," he said, and he let his attention move to the basket. He took a sigh, "I don't want to rush you at all Hannah," and he glanced at her again, "I am sorry if I am not giving you the space you need. I've just...," and he stopped talking, not wanting to scare her off by how overwhelmed he was with these feelings he had for her. He had boldly, thought rashly, kissed her in front of her daughter. He wasn't sure if that was something she wanted Olivia to witness and now he felt like he was forcing himself upon her, moving too quickly and with the power of the emotions he felt propelling him forward.
"We can eat," he finally said, speaking up, "Sure. That sounds great," he said, trying to pull up some false enthusiasm for an activity that was the furthest from his mind.