He looks at her like he's torn between feeling sorry for her and feeling guilty about what he's doing, and that's not at all what she means for him to look like.
"Sorry," she says quickly, looking away. "I shouldn't have said that." She feels pathetic enough already without adding to it.
"You can say anything you want," he says and it feels like he's offering her something else, something more.
"You can have anyone you want," she reminds him somewhat practically. It wouldn't be fair for her to be his side-piece. She wants a proper husband, a white-picket fence and two and a half children. She never really understood what the 'half' is. A pet, maybe.
"Yes," he agrees. The lack of false modesty is appreciated, but still sends a sharp pain through her heart. "But I don't want anyone else,
