Something about Bill Withers' soul-ridden vocals and his dorm room's dim lighting sent Sonny spiraling. Here he was, lounging around with you like it wasn't a big deal when just five minutes ago he was attempting to convince himself that his admiration for you wasn't that severe.

Sonny wasn't one for theatrics, but he also wasn't one to shy away from what he wanted. Figuring it was better than a good time to approach you, his gaze flitted over nervously despite his collected facade. "Hey, uh, you mind if I talk to you about somethin'?"