Me: You probably figured this out by now, but I like you.
David: Is that a proposal.
Me: Depends. Do you want it to be?
David: Well, I hate to break your heart, but I don't want anything more.
And that was that. No additional awkwardness when we got to my place and he got his Tupperware dish and balanced it on his head and I called him possessing of a level head and we talked for a bit before he left and he said he may see me in a few months because it sounded like I was going to be so busy due to NaNo.
But I'm still writing his Renaissance assassins for NaNo. We had a great time planning that one out over the trip, mostly last night.
Also, now people are creeping my Twitter @ mentions to figure out who he is after I tweeted somewhat cryptically about it. Is this what being famous is like?