By this point he thinks his smile might be permanently engraved on his face. He hadn't completely expected Will to go along with this, though obviously he had hoped. He stands there a moment, slouched slightly as if that does anything significant to minimize their height difference, and keeps his eyes on Will while taking in what he'd just said. Okay, nothing groundbreaking as compliments go, but those have been few and far between in his life and coming from someone he likes, it carries a lot more weight than it might have otherwise.

Yes, he does like Will. He's able to admit that to himself. Took a while to realize, though.

And now he has to do or say something more than just admiring, because he doesn't want this to fizzle out. His heart is absolutely racing, but he ignores it as he makes a conscious decision to act. He reaches forward and settles a hand on Will's shoulder, then combs his fingers upward against the back of his head through his hair.

"'Not so bad', huh?" he echoes, and while he'd love for it to sound teasing, it maybe does come across more like he's actually seeking reassurance, thanks to the dumb fortune teller ripping away his ability to actually think before he talks.

"Your hair's really soft," he says, which. Is also not what he would have chosen to say next but that's what's on his mind. That, plus, "And... your eyes are really blue."

Oh, he's already kicking himself mentally as he dips his chin and shakes his head, laughing again. Sure is a good thing they're just out in the middle of the amusement park where anyone walking by can witness how much of a moron he currently can't help being.