[Sniper cringed, both her reaction and deluge of personal information a bit much for her. It did explain some things, but not others, and certainly did nothing to fix the awkward tension between them.

With his leg starting to ache, he stepped to the side, easing into a chair. It brought him closer to Pyro- he leaned forward, trying to work out in his mind what he should say, or even could say to make things right. He pushed another sigh through him, that distinct feeling he was never going to be any good with women coming back. It did give him an idea, though it was one he wasn't sure he wanted to follow. He rubbed the back of his neck.]

Look, I've only been with one other girl, and that was years ago. Over a decade. And she didn't, um. It wasn't like that with her, what happened with us the other day. That... It felt good. Really good.

[He could feel himself burning again- he cursed his mortification as he clawed at the side of his face.]

I'm aware I'm not the best at this sort of thing, myself. That's what I'm saying.