[It's here Rosso's face gets red, as it normally does, but not really in a flustered way or an angry way. In an... upset way? A defensive way, perhaps. Definitely embarrassed, too, and not in the kind of adorable way he normally is around Adrian. He visibly recoils for a second before taking the spoon out of the pot and setting it aside on the countertop. Then, and only then, does he slightly step away from the stove just so that nothing awful happens before he snaps.]

Oh, I'm so fucking sorry I didn't make you nachos or take you out for pizza or bring you the head of a fucking sea monster! So sorry I didn't go grab my guitar and serenade you! Did you miss the part after dinner where I told you I was trying to ask you out and chickened out?! Do you think I just make posts like that to a bunch of people I don't fucking know half the time just to make fun of you?!

I didn't — I don't know what the hell I'm fucking doing, Adrian, and I was just trying to figure it out so I could tell you in a way that wasn't ludicrous, and we both know I already fucked that part up. If you wanted someone perfect, you wouldn't fucking be here in the first place.