It already had been months of stress and skirting around the issue as much as possible before now, but at least here there's no reason for him to continue doing as such. And there's legitimate possibility for a relationship in this place versus where he'd come from and the notion that he'd always be too late to say anything. Or too afraid, but previously anyone that had caught his attention ended up settling down with a lovely woman and he could only be happy from the sidelines.

Perhaps this really is all for the best.

"Sincerely, I would wish them all the best. Marriage is certainly a difficult stressful thing, from what I've heard." And more power to anyone who could handle it.

It might be for the better that he hasn't caught on that anything is wrong and his mind is focusing on the issue at hand versus anything else. Of course he is flustering the tiniest bit at the last bit of sentences, looking down at his drink for a brief moment to collect himself until he can properly look at him once again.

"I was hoping that you would enjoy it, I'm not great at this sort of thing, as you can probably tell." He's the worst. "... Though I do have to ask, are you available?" The one time he's actually going to be straightforward in this entire conversation.