( He inhales like he's going to answer, and then just sort of... pauses with his lungs full. Exhales in an audible, slow demonstration of reluctance. )

I was gonna try and say I want it to be a surprise, but you just went full honesty and now I morally can't bullshit you for at least, like, an hour and a half.

( Strangely, probably an accurate time estimate depending on how long they sit here and how much he drinks. Post-conversation he's within his legal rights to close up shop again.

Right now, though...

He takes maybe another three or for seconds to hedge, making breathy-clicky-whistley stalling noises through his teeth. )

Honestly, it's because I'm freaking myself out even thinking about... the concept of having an actual... conversation about it.

( It, a completely unspecified it like he's too big of a baby to actually say moving in together. )