W-wait, it's not like you have to redeem yourself just because you said a bunch of embarrassing things to me.

[Like an arranged marriage, or thinking two people have to get married because they've got a kid together but hate eachother. He relents slightly, either hand going lax, retracting back to his sides.

And he gives a firm nod.]

Yeah, let's -- we can go to my room. It's the whole attic.

[Private is what he means, but it seems way too suggestive right now.]