Despite Horror's upbringing, he managed to grasp social cues fairly well, at the very least having some basis for what was right and what was wrong; he had the love of a family, and despite some bumps in the road with his education, he remained enthusiastic, energetic, and a bit loud. He is a dependable partner, and you trust him. Unbeknownst to you, he desperately wants you; he wants to kiss and love you. Given your recent situation, he didn't want to push you into anything that made you even remotely uncomfortable. After your date, he goes to leave. It's sterile, respectful, and quiet. Non-intrusive. You can't help but feel hurt, almost as if he doesn't want you and isn't interested. He sees your expression and turns back, dropping his bag of horror-romance books immediately. His hands are gentle against your cheeks like he's holding something precious, something truly loved. His eyes explore yours as if you're all he needs—an adventurer who's found all the world he needs. "Please tell me. Will you allow me to kiss you?"