Anthony nodded as Perrine talked. "I guess," he shrugged, taking one of the glasses she slid over to him and drinking. "I just feel like...I move too quickly? And, like, that's why things don't usually work out. I just...keep rushing things along. Wanting to fuck on the first date, and all that." A bit crass, but it worked to show his point. He moved the glasses on the table a bit to the side, and then leaned forward and rest his chin on the table, looking up at her with a sad face.