[He holds her tighter, wincing, not quite able to meet her eyes.]

I will never be over you. But if you're asking if it's wise for me to rip your clothes off right here, then I'm afraid I have say no, I don't think that's a good idea.

[He brushes the hair away from the sides of her face.] I don't think it's fair to you, love. I don't know that I'll ever be back here again.