"Hey, what are you doing?" Harley asked, feeling entirely rejected as she stopped leaning on him, he then tensed up, his cheeks painted an in-your-face red, like a coppery sunset. His eyes widened as he realized how vulnerable he just made himself. He decided it best to act like it didn't even bother him, however that utterly failed, and he instead stared at the table, completely silent. His mind drifted to Amadeus, he would call this, 'An Amadeus Moment.' Something so stupid, you would only expect it from Amadeus. Harley's tail half-heartedly flickered as he spoke. "Uhh, I--I-I uhh, like, your...everything, kinda." He stuttered, not yet feeling ballsy enough to actually look at her. He quietly rubbed his arm where she'd been leaning before setting his hands on the table and twiddling his thumbs.