The anxiety hit again. He thought it through, decided on it. And now when the question was asked, his mind insisted that he do it all over again because what if this was a mistake?!
Maybe now that he'd let her know, Mable notices the small wave of tension travel along his arm to his fingers, then release. He'd thought about this. It would be okay. At least for tonight. He couldn't see the future and trying would lead back down into depression.
"Yeah, I'm joining," he said like a man who had just climbed a very tall mental hill and finally reached the top.