Michael ran a hand through his hair in nerves and sighed as he shut the door behind her. This conversation could either go really well or really poorly. There was a chance that he was about to ruin their friendship, but it was much too late to take back what he'd said or his agreement of have this conversation. He was just going to have to hope for the best and pray that this all turned out well.
"Maybe a bit, yeah," Michael replied, smiling slightly as he moved over to his bed as well, sitting near her and turning slightly to face her. "Yeah... I can't say I do either. I mean, this isn't really a conversation I thought I'd be having with you." He frowned at that, realizing that perhaps that came out wrong. "Not that I'm saying I don't want to have it or hadn't thought it." He was really fumbling this.