The weight of the blanket is a comforting thing, like that first sip of coffee in the morning or a life preserver tossed into the Sea of Awkward he was drowning himself in, but it doesn't stop him from giving Bash a look that's almost a pout. "I'm not--! Okay, maybe a little." Nervous, that is, and 'a little' is a gross understatement.

Needless to say though, he's very confused. His experience with liking people has been quite limited at best and he's still navigating his way through trying to figure out the different levels of 'like'. His tend to run in three forms: Acquaintances, Friends, and Shiro, but thanks to his time in the city, that scale is either starting to expand and he can't figure out where things fall or he's got a crush on his best friend and never realized it, because Bash is hitting up there in the Shiro range.

"And I don't know what my 'thing' is. Or if I even have one. This stuff's all completely new to me." His movements are slowed by the blanket as he shuffles across the room to the couch, careful to give Jeff some space since the extra bulk of the blanket will take up a little more real estate than he would without it. "But you're sure I'm not gonna screw this up for you guys?"