Stinson shakes his head. She was lying to him and he knew it - he didn't like being lied to, and it was worse when he just wanted to know what she meant. It wasn't like he was going to be mad or run out the door. He shrugs and puts his wine down on the table beside the couch when she says it before nodding slowly. "Ok then," he says quietly. "If you say so then." He crosses his arms.

Stinson nods. He didn't really know what to say. It was difficult but he wasn't going to lie to her and say he felt the same. He looks down for a moment. "Ok...," he says. "That's cool then. It's not a problem." He sighs. "No, you shouldn't shut up. There's no reason to just keep things in all the time is there?"

Stinson laughs a little. "Bianca, if it's true it's true. You saying it out loud doesn't change that either way, so don't even worry about it. Honestly, I'm a grown man, I think I can handle you loving me." He takes a drink of his own wine. "Besides, it's quite flattering, I guess." He jokes and smiles a little at her.

Stinson smiles a little and sits back in the chair. He didn't want to make a big deal of it. If that's how she felt then it was fine with him. "Sure babe. What do you want on?" He lifts the remote and then pats the couch beside him to ask her to sit with him. He smiles at her.

OOC: Oh, sorry.

Stinson nods and flicks the TV on as he puts his arm around her. "How about Knocked Up to celebrate the fact it's not us? We can laugh at it at least." He chuckles and flicks through the list of movies. It was relaxing to be here with her in what was now basically home to him. It felt right to be here with her. He never realised how much he missed her until he had her back. "I love being here with you, you know?" he whispers to her, smiling.

Stinson laughs. "Exactly, babe. That's why we can laugh at someone else being in the same position in the movie." He smirks and just starts to get comfy when her phone rings. "Oh. I'll pause the movie. On you go," he says with a little chuckle, reaching for his own wine glass."

Stinson hears her mention her mother, and he looks up, a little amused. He felt almost wrong for being here, like he was a secret. He smirks and then gets to his feet, walking over to her. He whispers into Bianca's other ear. "Just tell her. She needs to know some time anyway." It was like ripping a band aid off in his eyes. It was better just getting it done rather than waiting and prolonging the worry.

Stinson laughs a little as Bianca talks to her mom about Luca. He grabs a pen and paper and jots something down before holding it up to her. "She has to know sometime," it reads. He shrugs and smiles. It was now or never. If they were going to kill him, then it didn't matter when they knew about him after all.

Stinson listens to the conversation for a moment, feeling nervous about the full thing now. The silences made him feel worse. He could imagine Bianca's mom telling her how bad Stinson was for her, and telling her to put him back out on his ass where he deserved to be. He looks at her and smiles a little, nervously and with real worry in his eyes.

Stimson wrongs his hands together a little, trying to seem a little less nervous. He is doing a bad job of it though. He smiles at her and then when she gets off the phone, he looks at her for an answer. "Well......what did she say?" He asks. "I bet she thought it was a bad idea for you to be with me, right?" He smiles a little and laughs nervously.