He hesitates by her door, his hands flexing at his sides, beset by nerves and terribly indecisive.

"I don't..." He breaks off and shakes his head at himself. There is no point in saying he doesn't know what he's doing, because it's more than obvious he has no idea why he's making the decisions he is, and she already knows he doesn't know what he's doing in that regard.

Swallowing, he musters up his courage and crosses the room in a few long strides, dropping to his knees in front of her so he can take her hands in his.