[He can't help feeling relieved at her agreement. He'd wondered if it was cowardly to make such a decision, but the idea of pressuring anyone to say something had felt wrong, too. It isn't their fault that some alternate version of themselves showed up earlier and spilled the beans. They should be allowed to share or hide it in their own time. He just... needs to figure out how to open the door without accidentally inviting more than he can give in return. That can't be too hard, right?

...Hah.

He stifles a laugh at the last bit, tilting to press his face against her hair.]

You're impossible. [So! many! compliments!] I could say the same to you, y'know. Shouldn't I be the one with competition? Everyone likes you.