"What do you want me to say?" he asked, slightly exasperated. "You've taken all weekend to think about this and come to a conclusion that you've only given me five minutes to consider."
Rubbing unconsciously at the back of his neck, Alastor moved past her into the room. It was his turn to move restlessly for a minute or two.
What was he supposed to say? He cared about her too much to say he felt or didn't feel something when he wasn't sure himself now. After all, if all of this said she might be in love with him, what did it mean that it had never felt strange to him, that he had never questioned it?
"I don't know what to think, all right? I don't know."