[They seem to be circling and it's getting aggravating. He can feel his hands wanting to do something, anything, so he taps at the table with an irritating rhythm.]

Shiro.

[How does he navigate this? If he were better, more practiced at conversation and not action, he could do this without effort.]

Let's. Try this different. I think-- I think we're both clear. We want each other happy. Right? [He waits, but just for a second. He's worked up the nerve to talk and he doesn't want to lose it now that he's going.] Do we want the same thing after that? Because I--

[Gulp. God.]

I've thought about you. A lot. For a long time. Physically. Is that-- I mean, is that. Something you've thought about too? Or not.