A flash flood of anxious excitement rushed through the whole of his being as Sarah’s words left him dumbstruck. Daichi looked up with surprise, a wide array of emotions showing on his face ranging in the various shades of curiosity, anxiety, interest, and excitement as he was unsure if he had heard her correctly, and if so, what she meant by him joining her. Then he realized he was once again looking at a girl who was entirely naked before him – a beautiful one at that from what little he saw of her – and directed his gaze back to his feet. Her repositioning had made him a little less bashful, even if by the absolute minimum of margins since she used the tub to hide much of her. As a result, he was able to flick his eyes up every now and then in brief instants of eye contact.<br/><br/>Daichi tried to say something, but his nervousness made any attempted reply come out as incoherently. Meanwhile, a civil war raged within him between his social anxiety and his libido. It was a brutal battle where his libido had gained the initiative and gained the upper hand early into the campaign. He took a half step closer to the tub and Sarah. As it progressed, however, his anxiety was beginning to rally and attained several key strongholds. Daichi glanced over his shoulder towards the door for a moment before looking back at Sarah then back towards his feet with a renewed flush on his face. The momentum of his anxiety faltered as that glance towards Sarah gave his libido much needed reinforcements and the battle became deadlocked. He looked over towards the toilet and noted that it would make an adequate seat, taking a step towards it then stopping once more.<br/><br/>He couldn’t help but feel more than a little foolish standing there for several seconds in indecision between what he wanted to do and what his nervousness told him to do. It would be obvious to Sarah that he was certainly interested in joining her, something that would be made especially clear had the proof not been hidden by his spare clothing. Of course his trembling hands and shifting feet was plenty of evidence to deduce he had never been given such an invitation and was unsure how to act. Presently the war was an even match, the balance evenly matched and susceptible to exterior influence in any of the three directions simply by offering once more. If left with time to think and fret, his anxiety would surely gain the victory.