"I'm not going to tell anyone," he said. "And if you want those thing, and feel like you need them, then hell. I'll help you start them. You deserve them too, if you want it."
Shaking his head, he stood. Now he was the one pacing. "I just don't understand why it was so hard for you to even try it. What would have made that so difficult? You agreed to the date with me, and you had fun. Min, I don't know why I can't get you out of my head. And honestly? I don't want to. I feel good when I think of you, at least. . . I did before. Now it's just hurts. All the fucking time. And apparently I can't make it stop unless I go out and do something stupid."
He pointed to the scars still on his face. "That's how I got these. The running, the fighting. It took my mind off of you. Made it hurt just a little bit less."