"I can always take my bike and travel." he replied on the subject of being so far, and grinned. Road trips were amazing, after all, and he wouldn't mind traveling for a few days in the seat.<br/><br/>But he could feel more warmth in his face as she spoke more. Now, he was completely certain that his skin had the same color as his hair... He instinctively pulled his head between his shoulders as a (failed) attempt to hide the awkward blushing, and smiled nervously. "Actually, I wouldn't mind it at all, or think it's weird, cause it's the nicest thing a person has said to me in the past month. Well, if I don't count my students commenting on my bike... Though, that doesn't count much, eh? Or my mom wishing she could send me sushi through mail."<br/><br/>He shrugged, and tried to hide his nervous trembling by laughing, what caused the very sofa beneath him to shake. The mop of his red hair jumped up and down with it, till a few strands ended up in his face, and he sheepishly glanced down, immediately tossing them away. Damn hair... Why was he always such a useless piece of crap when talking to a girl?