He nodded as she explained.
A little tension bled away with the words; tension from doubt, tight between his shoulders that had them drawn up slightly without him having realized it. Sometimes? He wished he could stop the What Ifs. In another light, it wouldn't have surprised him in the slightest -- he would have been surprised to think that the Arrows didn't share their idiosyncrasies.
It was with wry amusement he considered having the same thoughts. Not specifics, but concerns. They were more than they had began -- all of them -- and he could almost feel it pushing and pulling against each and the whole. For three of them, at least, it didn't seem to come easily.
He was probably the most guilty, and knew it.
"Yeah, I totally get it," he agreed, walking again when she did. Where she'd looked down, he looked up, using his mind's eye to summon up the memory of what was hidden from them in the lines of power.
"It's... gotten, hmmm, complicated? But not in a bad way. Even besides some of us not being used to this, the cabal, or expecting it, I think some of us...," he paused as he searched for the words, "Are used to our, uh, jobs, coming first. Like, that it's been our, what's it called, support system. Or even identity."
It was why he hadn't told Zoey who.
"But. I think it's different, things coming up at the right time? Versus just holding out," he agreed. His head dipped, and his forehead creased as his eyebrows drew together in thought. This was part of the storm building, and a bigger Thing than this moment. Because Smiley's People. "I go back and forth with Zoey," he admitted. "Aspen... intimidates me. But we're, or, I'm, getting past it." Another admission.
His hands clenched in his pockets. He could feel his shoulders tightening up again.
"Wait. I... I have to tell you something."
The butteflycondas had changed into pit vipers, the venom of fear starting to spread like icy, wet needles. He was no Vivamancer, but he could feel his pulse jump. He hadn't meant to, not now. But now felt like the right time. Well. There would never be a right time, but there would sure be plenty of wrong times.
Really, really wrong times. The worst part? It was probably something she would never find out.
But that's not how The Truth works.
"Uh," he paused, inhaling sharply. "Zoey and I. We. We...," Say. It. "We kind of had a casual thing." Would she know what that meant? "Like, ummmmm, we were sleeping together."
And there it was. Out. There.
"But we stopped. I told her, uh, I needed to. Stop. When I realized... that. That I wanted... to ask you out. But you should know, I feel like? So it's not like some secret thing. Or think that I was, uh, you know. 'Making the rounds'."
Was he holding his breath?