He nods, beaming down at the ring. He's not sure if it's supposed to be that quick and okay, now he's second-guessing himself because what if it's really not supposed to be that quick? He scratches the back of his head and glances at Finnick with worry in his eyes. "Or maybe not? What if I'm jumping the gun, what if I'm supposed to like, shop around? I mean, it's not like it's going on my finger, what if she hates it? There are so many what-ifs, and I hate what-ifs, dude, I'm a scientist, I deal in-- Okay, so I deal in what-ifs but that's not even the point, the point is..."

He trails off, frowning because he's not really sure what his point is here, he's rambling without purpose--which isn't unusual, but he's excessively nervous, which is. This uncharted territory, even more so than when he'd had his encounter with the kaijus because at least up until that point, he'd been studying the goddamn things for the better part of ten years. "I've lost my train of thought. Too many shiny things in my line of sight."