Cameron, it's okay, [he promises earnestly, unable to attribute the slight flush across the apex of his cheeks to the cold, or anything other than the momentary press of her lips. Arms loosening from their awkward grip across his chest, he tucks hands into the oversized pockets of his winter coat, watching her even if she won't look back.] I like you. As long as you can deal with me reminding you of that once in a while, then I'm willing to wait.

[It's like something has fallen away with telling her, or even with just making up his mind. Things are rarely perfect, but if they're not impossible then they have to be worth a shot. It's Christmas. Sometimes miracles happen.]

Come on, it's only three blocks. If we walk a few paces apart we'll be good. And there's this display, with candles, it's only one street out of your way if you want to take a look.

[He's already stepping out ahead, still in her direction and lighter on his feet than he's been in a while. Only pausing to throw a glance, and a smile, back at her.]

Very pretty.