[ Loves him. The word caught in his throat like hot bile. Those tears only made it worse. He held that hand in his own, tight, as if he didn't want to let go. That if he did, his world would just collapse. ]

Loves me.

[ A bitter laugh escaped him finally. ]

If he did, he should've said so rather'n running, didn't he?

[ Another laugh, his own hand shaking. Was he going mad? Gods, he hoped not. ]

See... s'what I like about you. Least you've been honest with me. I've kissed you more bloody times than I've kissed him, if you'd believe! If he was better'n you, then I wouldn't have asked you out yesterday! Wouldn't have stuck me neck out for you if you weren't of any importance!

[ But he finally calmed down, head lowered as he continued to hold that hand in his own. ]