"I ..." Freddie blinked slowly. He felt rather trapped. "I would ... like to see you happy," he said fairly neutrally, though his hands had balled in fists. He forced his fingers to relax but found it rather harder to ungrit his teeth before speaking again. "I ... this has been strange, Alice. You turn up again in my life and now we're speaking again and it's all a bit strange, don't you think? And I can't..." Fred looked at the door of the shop where he'd seen her kiss that bloke on the cheek, "Well, I can't watch you with someone else," he muttered, his voice growing smaller and smaller. He looked down again at the counter and rubbed at an ink smudge absently.