R's head wobbles in another one of his nods. "Yes. Another...District. Julie. How...to say in...as few words...as poss -"

The zombie cuts off, annoyed because he can't get that last bit out with it getting trapped in his throat. Anyway. Most of it's out. It does seem to be a common thread in all the advice he's hoarded that he should be telling Julie how he feels. How to do it in the least awkward, least creepy way possible? R's shoulders hunch in a helpless shrug. Maybe Nepeta knows better than he does. She's the one who has all these different ideas about love being red and flushed and she sounds so sure to him when she talks. R already wants to believe everything coming out of her mouth. He's just that gullible easy.