He would not get another opportunity like this. If he was not using this moment to tell her, she was never going to listen to him again, or be receptive to him again. They would go back to that tangible place between not-friends, not acquaintances either, but a friend of a friend that you cross paths with once in a party. Toying awkwardly with his fingers, he sat in this heavy feeling of being misplaced before he spoke.