He flinched a bit at that first comment, bringing both hands to rest on his forehead and press in a bit. Damn it, he really doesn't like this whole conversation. He kind of wished it was over wit--Oh GOD don't go wishing things, what if it's a wishing curse and that would suck.

He lay there on Trauma's bed, hands in his face and yeah, looking pretty pathetic, huh. "Deal? With... ah..." He swallowed back, trying to find the words. "With saying I think I might kind of love you?" Oh god that sounded dumb, so his arms slipped over, crisscrossed over his face to hide it. "Cus if that's it, it's just kind of... I don't know. Sort of happened."

"...sorry."