You ain't making it weird.

[There's a different kind of unease, now, and a bright spark of pain, when he digs his fingernails into the palm of his hand]

[The anxiety is about as crushing as it was when he first realized there was emotionshare on in the first place, some unpleasant feedback loop that goes: the same thread of interest, with embarrassment slipping in after, then the impulse to close it down and back away, shame when he can't, and a rush of something apologetic, with still more anxiety.]

We were gonna - see. Right?

What happened.