There's that strangled squeak again, like Dahlia just stepped on a mouse. There are literally no thoughts in this boy's head besides A PRETTY GIRL WANTS TO DATE YOU AND IT'S NOT A JOKE in giant blinking neon text. You could hold an otoscope up to one ear and see straight out the other side.

For about fifteen seconds, anyway. Then a few other neurons sputter back to life. Radar finally manages to breathe, head woozy and face hot, and swallows.

"And... you wanna date other people, too."

Yeah, that sounds like he's coming back down to earth, and the impact isn't treating him too well.