"You're freaking out, aren't you" Sam couldn't help wincing as the other boy shot up from the bed, stiffly like he was made of cardboard.
"Of course I'm freaking out, Sam! Whatever did you expect saying that?" Edgar shouted, tearing through his hair in a nervous matter.
The blonde could only shrug as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt, "I don't know. Would you rather I didn't say anything about it?"
"Ah, Yes!" Edgar looked around the room with an expression on his face as if that was the only obvious answer.
Sam spread his hands up, hoping to look innocent in the conversation, "all I said was I may, MAY, have a little crush on you. It's not a big deal-"
"Are you serious!?"