[He kept his own eyes off her, trying not to look her direction as he felt the same- eye contact had been what set him off last time. Better avoid it completely.

Still, he had to answer her question. He took another breath, trying to sound more composed than he truly was.]

I don't... rightly know, exactly. That dress was nice, but it wouldn't be the same without you in it.

[He shifted uncomfortably, his whole posture stiffening as he thought of her in that improper way.]

And ya visited me so much that I got used to talking to you. Started wondering when you'd come.

[Another pause; he rotated his neck, fumbling with his hood again. Why was this so hard?]

I'm not so good with words sometimes, but I know that I don't want anyone else like this. S'just you.