[My god, what even is all of this emotional honesty, he is going to get hives or something.]

[By the time she's halfway through, he's looking acutely uncomfortable. By the time she's done, he is nowhere near eye contact. His gaze is somewhere on the balcony floor.]

[He takes the pocky and munches it, just for an excuse to not answer right away. He doesn't say anything until the whole stick is gone, tbh.]

I mean.

...does it even really matter?