[Love with a human is, Chase has always found, painfully complex. So simple from his side; riven with problems in the communication of it between two people with different expectations. Here, he already knows his can't be met, not to the picturebook precedent he idealises. It's part of the reason - along with deference to her incapacity for it, along with acknowledgement of his own prior failure - that he'd warned himself off becoming involved at all.
It was her discomfort that prompted him to revoke that principle, too.
He's loved her (a less unspoken thing) for how uncomplicated she's made their time. So, whatever he says now, at the end of it it confuses something.]
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It was her discomfort that prompted him to revoke that principle, too.
He's loved her (a less unspoken thing) for how uncomplicated she's made their time. So, whatever he says now, at the end of it it confuses something.]
I love you too.
[So why pretend.]