[He turns to face them when he's beckoned, meeting a resolute gaze that makes his offer to discover things together die in his throat. Quiet admonishment is their reply, and his shoulders sag, deflating a little as they say what they do. Siffrin... thinks he didn't take them seriously. And while they aren't at all harsh about it, he does get the sense that he'd hurt their feelings in being so quick to answer.]

Sif. [He finally notices that looser grip on his hand, and reaffirms his own.] If I needed more time to think about something regarding us, I promise you I would have asked for it.

[He supposes he deserves an accusation of insincerity. Siffrin knows well enough how much of a people pleaser he is, and the kinds of personalities he dons when the situation calls for the "himbo" or the "self-help booklet." It makes sense that they'd suspect he's up to the same old thing. Stings too, but makes sense. They very plainly only want to make sure he's not forcing himself, after all.]

But I already have thought about this. I mean... I've liked you for awhile, you know? [He lifts their linked hands up to press his second to them, cradling Siffrin's hand in both his own.] And for all that time, I didn't even think I'd get this much.