[ for a moment, for a single moment, the idea of leaving crossed his mind — his body jolts backwards on reflex, listens to what she says in anger and lowers his head in failure. ]

You-- You're not a practice fuck. [ did he mess this up? yes, he did mess this up. idiot. ] I realize, but... how in this city? It could've been easier back home.

[ laced fingers, both thumbs playing with each other. ] I... did not. I... I just wanted to see you today. I don't want to hurt you anymore with my presence but here I am, still seeking you even when I promised I wouldn't reach you again.