[Well that... backfired. Sort of. He stares at her for a moment, expression blank, then runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head.
What he wants to do is tell her the truth, but his heart is lodged so high up in his throat that he isn't sure he can even speak. And how ridiculous would it sound, coming from him? "Because I think I'm in love with you"? Please.
He looks like he's about to panic.]
You should go. Wait. No; I'll —
[He swallows, backing up.]
You go when you feel like it. I'm gonna go... out.
[For a walk. A really long walk. A few more seconds pass before he's able to break his gaze away from her and slip out the bedroom door. But before he's gone completely:]
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What he wants to do is tell her the truth, but his heart is lodged so high up in his throat that he isn't sure he can even speak. And how ridiculous would it sound, coming from him? "Because I think I'm in love with you"? Please.
He looks like he's about to panic.]
You should go. Wait. No; I'll —
[He swallows, backing up.]
You go when you feel like it. I'm gonna go... out.
[For a walk. A really long walk. A few more seconds pass before he's able to break his gaze away from her and slip out the bedroom door. But before he's gone completely:]
I'm really sorry, Steph.