You like him, I'm convinced that he likes you. How is it illogical for you to tell each other exactly that?

[He peered over Lil -- or tried to, she was an impressive height -- glimpsing through to see if there was anything edible along the other side.

But craning his neck around never stopped Eddie from talking before.]

Pin him against a wall, grab his jaw and force him to look at you -- or be less predatory and aggressive, I don't care. But you're going to keep winding down the same spiral if you don't buckle him down and tell him the truth.