"It's not like that," he started, looking at her with a frown. "I don't mean to make it worse. I just think that it's better if we have some sort of understanding here, okay? I've always had my heart set on someone else. Always. It's not you, not Heather...not any other girl in this city, all right? Her name was Jessica and she's dead." He bit back the bitterness that rose within him at the topic and looked up. "That was uncalled for, sorry."
He ran his fingers through his hair again -- something that he did when he was frustrated or extremely anxious. "I don't know what to say. I like Heather. I do. But I'm not gonna act on it. It's not happening. I don't date and I mean it." He glanced over toward her. "Please don't be upset with me. I don't want you to be upset."