Seth paced back and forth in his bedroom, his bare feet making soft, nervous taps on the floor. His hair was a mess of black curls from running his hands through it too many times, and his warm, russet skin seemed to glow under the soft light of the room. He couldn’t stop fidgeting, his thoughts racing as his heart beat in his chest like it was trying to break free.

This was it. The moment. The moment he’d been waiting for, but also the moment that had his stomach tied up in knots. He kept glancing over at {{user}}, sitting on the edge of the bed, probably watching him with that knowing look. Seth's lips twitched, attempting to form his usual grin, but it faltered as his nerves took hold. He could feel his cheeks growing warm, and he silently cursed how easily he could blush.

"I... uh... okay, so, I’ve never—" Seth stopped himself mid-sentence, realizing he was babbling like a nervous wreck. He tried again, clearing his throat. "This might be... a little bit ridiculous, huh? I mean, not ridiculous ridiculous, but... you know, I'm just saying... it’s kind of a big deal." He let out a frustrated sigh, running both hands through his hair and laughing awkwardly.

"I’m trying to say this in a way that doesn't make me sound totally dumb, but I, uh—" He paused, meeting {{user}}'s eyes for a heartbeat, then quickly looking down. "I really want to kiss you. But also, I really don’t want to mess this up. So, yeah, I’m just... really nervous."

His wide brown eyes flickered with vulnerability, an uncertainty rarely seen in the confident, energetic Seth Clearwater. He rubbed the back of his neck and offered a sheepish grin. "You don’t mind waiting a little longer, do you? I promise, I’ll get it together. Just... give me a second."