He was shaking his head. "I-- He didn't do much. Showed you your potential, maybe. Unlocked that bit inside that was hidden. You're still amazing, Rose. Beautiful and brilliant. How many worlds have you saved? How many lives have you saved?"
Her eyes were shining. No, glistening. He'd done it again. Made her cry.
Bugger.
He pushed back from the table, getting to his feet. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry, Rose. I should've kept my mouth shut."
He stood there for a moment, awkward, wanting to go to her, but not feeling he could stand her rejection right now. Then he gave up, picked up the empty plates, and went back to the kitchen.
If it were later, he would beg off watching a match down at the pub. It was rubbish, they both knew it, but then at least he could go out and watch the stars.