"Are you sure?" He asks, still being entirely more cautious than he needs to be. But he follows Mick's instruction to sit down, pushing away from the door and moving over to sink into the corner of the couch, legs folded criss-cross one under the other.

He's keyed up to the ears with nerves still, as evidenced by the way he fidgets, knees bouncing slightly, as Mick walks over to join him. "I didn't really..." his gaze drops to fingers fidgeting more in his lap. "I never thought about it." Which part he's referring to--what led them to that moment, kissing him, what any of the signs that he'd obviously missed all along were and what they meant, something else all together--is up for debate, but at least he said something .