"Oh." That was pretty understandable. Nevermind the fact that being pushed into someone else's memory was jarring enough on its own, Bulba had seen his inner turmoil over the choice to start a relationship in the first place. On this very bed, no less. Obviously it was a bit embarrassing for him to see all that in hindsight, but maybe he needed more reassurance that the past was past.

And, to be honest, Vinnie could use some of that too, in regards to what he saw and felt.

He tried to explain, "I mean, I was nervous, but... well, sometimes I still am?" Sheepishly, he scratched his jaw before quickly adding, "But not in a bad way, really. Just..."

There was a pause. It wasn't a feeling Vinnie knew how to put into words. Happiness and fear wound together in such a tight knot that sometimes it almost hurt. When they were together, the rest of the world seemed to disappear - and the thought of one day having to part left an ache emptier than he knew how to describe.

Turning pink, he rubbed the back of his neck and muttered, "It makes me glad for everything we can have."

Because he knew they couldn't have everything.