[ indeed, he is nervous. and when he sees her, roy can tell that she's also nervous. and, for half a moment, roy almost considers calling the entire thing off, because she's obviously nervous, and probably uncomfortable, and this entire thing is a ridiculously stupid idea . . .

but then she speaks, and her comment earns a laugh, and roy steps aside to allow her room to come out of the room properly, reaching out to close the door behind her. he almost reaches for her hand, or her arm, or something (mostly because that's what you should do, isn't it?), before roy decides to try something positively remarkable and, instead, just. be himself. ]

I did.

[ admittedly, as he inclines his head back down the hall, indicating they should head on out. seeing as they're already running a little late, mostly due to his own inability to tell time despite having a watch on his person at all times. ]

But you also said you had potential other things to do, so double-checking whether or not you were actually there seemed like a good thing to say at the time.

[ in retrospect: he was just nervous. MOVING ON. as he shifts the conversation (slightly) from his stupid question to a slightly joking banter, instead. ]

I wasn't lying when I said you probably could find something more exciting to do with your evening.