[Her voice is intentionally flat and level, avoiding another argument that she can feel is edging in dangerously near. Maybe she had chosen the wrong word there, but it's too late to take it back now. All she can do is press forward and try and force him to answer the question she desperately wants a response to.]
Which brings us back around to the question of the hour. Do you have feelings for me?
[Is that why he didn't want anyone to know they "associated" with one another? Is that why they keep intensely staring at one another and pressing their foreheads together? Is that why he had almost leaned in like he was going to kiss her the last time he saw her?]
I need to know. Please.
[He doesn't have obligations. That's exactly why she thinks that he might have feelings he doesn't know what to do with. ]
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[Her voice is intentionally flat and level, avoiding another argument that she can feel is edging in dangerously near. Maybe she had chosen the wrong word there, but it's too late to take it back now. All she can do is press forward and try and force him to answer the question she desperately wants a response to.]
Which brings us back around to the question of the hour. Do you have feelings for me?
[Is that why he didn't want anyone to know they "associated" with one another? Is that why they keep intensely staring at one another and pressing their foreheads together? Is that why he had almost leaned in like he was going to kiss her the last time he saw her?]
I need to know. Please.
[He doesn't have obligations. That's exactly why she thinks that he might have feelings he doesn't know what to do with. ]