"Lemme know if you figure out how to spit it out."

He grins. See, this kind of thing is why... "Okay I think the best way is probably to just do it."

He sighs. "I kiiiiiinda have a crush on you?"

"Why?"

He blinks. "Erm. How much detail do you want?"

"I'm just confused."

"Okay, erm... You're good? You want to help people, you have good goals, you're skilled at what you do, you're smart, you're amazingly hot, especially when you're being so competent about stuff. We didn't... get a whole lot of a chance to socialise, I suppose, but what I did see of your personality," shrug, "I like."

"Okay. Um. Why are you telling me."

Ssslooooowww blink. "Because I'd rather you know? I'm... I won't do anything about it if you don't want me to, just." Shrug. "Would you... have preferred I not have told you? Not that I can undo it but it's... information."

"I just... don't know what to do with the information."

"...okay. You don't need to do anything about it, I guess. I mean, typically when one tells someone else this kind of thing it's on a gamble that it may be reciprocated, but I won't die if it's not, nor will I let it affect—whatever it is we're doing, I think."

"I have been - prioritizing how to reassemble myself."

"That—makes sense, I suppose?"

"And people having crushes on me wasn't something I thought I needed to react to. So I don't have a reaction. Sorry."

"It's alright. I guess my timing wasn't the best, but... I've been pretty sure of it for a while, kinda wanted us to wrap this up before fessing up."

"...a while?"

"Well, I noticed you were attractive when we met, but that in itself is nowhere near enough for me to have a crush. But then you continued to be awesome and focused and good and kind all the time and, well."

"...oh."

He shrugs. "There never was a good time, I was an emotional anxious wreck, even the long boring parts of the plan still had this violin string tension in the background, anything could go wrong any time..."

"...well, I'm glad you're feeling better."

He tilts his head. "Thank you."

"Sorry I don't have a better answer."

He shrugs again. "It wouldn't be fair of me to expect you to. You got your own stuff to deal with."

Nod.