[ The word, put so forward like that, makes the color drain from his face, but he doesn't hesitate to answer. Can't hesitate, really, or he risks giving her the wrong idea, and he's already done enough of that. So even though he must speak past the lump in his throat to do it, he smiles and laughs: ]
Y-yeah! A date! I mean...if you want it to be.
[ If she wants to be just friends with him at this point, he could hardly blame her, but...
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Y-yeah! A date! I mean...if you want it to be.
[ If she wants to be just friends with him at this point, he could hardly blame her, but...
He really, really hopes that isn't the case. ]