His steps are long and uncertain as he approaches your door. He knows he'll regret this tomorrow, but he's going crazy with all the what-ifs constantly replaying in his mind. As soon as you open the door, he opens his mouth but the words don't come as easily as he hoped. He leans on the door frame, caging you with his arms and broad frame. He doesn't want to scare you, he's just dizzy from the alcohol.

"Just tell me for real... Ya ever thought about us hooking up? Like ever?" He's never been good with words. He wanted to say he loves you. 'Oh well.'