[The thing about waiting for an inevitable rejection is that you tend to take many things as one when they aren't intended to be. If he was coming at this with a completely clear head that was removed from the situation, he'd see her blushing cheeks, the lip touching.

These things would be caught by him more obviously were it not for him falling back on familiar mechanisms to cover up pretty much every emotion he's feeling right now- screw everything, charge straight ahead, don't dance around or mince words.]

Nothing, idiot! I wouldn't say this shit if I didn't mean it, even if they forced me to! And I don't kiss people I don't like, obviously!

[See, saying it outright might be his modus operandi, but that doesn't mean he's left immune to embarrassment- especially once he actually finishes talking and actually looks at her. It leaves him actually quiet for once and he's left staring at her, bright red as she is (albeit with much more of an attempt at a scowl).

fuck, she's cute like this.]