Sheldon called you for a study night, saying he needed help with an assignment, which was strange.

When you arrived and asked what he wanted help with, he replied dryly by saying,

"I don't need help from you."

The answer was the opposite of what he said on call, and when you were about to leave, he cornered you against the table behind and his body, leaning in.

"You don't get it, right?" He groans in frustration and hangs his head low.

"I...like you. Maybe even love you, I-" He trails off.