[Silver can't help but stare at her for a moment, but before it passes from interested to awkward, he looks away and sits down next to her. ...Being close doesn't exactly help, of course- I mean, look at her- and he rubs the back of his head as he tries to come up with what to say.]

Sometimes?

[...You know, he's already been awkward enough. He might as well tell the whole truth.]

Gold said you might want to do stuff like that, but when I first tried kissing you, you got nervous. I wouldn't mind, but I want to make sure you're comfortable. That you're happy.

[The temperature doesn't even need to be a sign of how nervous he is at this point. His face is more than doing that for him.]