[ It isn't as though red flags have not been going up this whole time, but now it is sort of like they come accompanied with blaring sirens too, which he can actually, you know, notice.]

Dinner sounds good and...well we'll see how long that takes and...I mean dinner's great...better than great....

[ And he is trying so hard here not to back away because That can't end well either...but he knows these feelings aren't really for him, and there is a combination of guilt and disappointment, not that Angela doesn't feel this way for him, but because he realizes he hasn't had that in a long time, not even the beginnings of it. Worst maybe is that he knows it's mostly his own doing but that's neither here nor there when she continues talking and he thinks his lack of breathing is going to be a problem soon.

A breath, a quiet one escapes.

What to say. Um. Um. Um.

...

Thank you? No...that never works. Uh...]

I...

[ and now he needs a verb ]

I'm...very lucky.

[ And it sounds genuine because he means it, if not in the way she'll likely take it.]