"I think so." He had worked at most of it at Sally's flat, but he knew better then to admit to that. He looked down at their hands, brushing his thumb over her skin as he contemplated what he wanted to say next. God, he didn't want to hurt her, but he knew that was probably inevitable and she had already brought it up.
"I think you're right. I do still fancy, Sally." He kept his thumb moving over her skin and it was probably the last thing she wanted now, but he couldn't pull his hand away, "And, I'm really sorry. I am. But, for now I can't just stop liking her the way I do. Will you say something?"