[ Welp, the invitation means he's committed now, so he moves into the room and sits beside her.
For a second, he looks thoughtful -- and he thinks that he really should've, like, written something down first -- and fiddles with whatever one of her belongings or trinkets happens to be nearby. He doesn't know why saying thank you is so awkward. Why the hell isn't this easier?
Eventually he clears his throat and says with uncharacteristic shyness, ]
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For a second, he looks thoughtful -- and he thinks that he really should've, like, written something down first -- and fiddles with whatever one of her belongings or trinkets happens to be nearby. He doesn't know why saying thank you is so awkward. Why the hell isn't this easier?
Eventually he clears his throat and says with uncharacteristic shyness, ]
I, uh. I got your gift.
[ Yes, this is going to go well. ]