[He hesitates, when she takes his hand, like he's not sure he should. But it's hard not to accept it when he wants it this badly, so he gives in - laces their fingers together, and presses his palm to her palm.]

I mean. Am I?

I been trying a long time, but, like - we're half-dressed in some dream about a game? So. I mean. It kinda looks like I ain't doing a great job pretending.