Staring at her as if she'd grown another head, Dylan barely knew what to do or say. "Are you mental?" he blurted out not able to stop himself. "A guy would be a fool not to want you- That's just it! You deserve someone who can do the whole relationship thing. I- I can't!" He looked at her, too many thoughts and feelings going on in his mind at once that the only thing that he could think of was getting out, away, not to think.
"I'm a mess, Dom, I can't- I can't do that, this. I'll hurt you, more than I am, I mean, and in your case that's worse than just a bit of heartache. You'll be stuck, because of me - and I can't." He sighed.
"I don't want to mess up our friendship. Why mess up something that works? I like being your friend, I like hanging out with you and talking to you. It's fun and easy and I don't mess things up and I don't hurt you."
"Or I didn't, at least," he amended, looking down onto the floor. "I really should go, I need to go, I- You deserve better than me, and I'll just - stay away. You obviously need it." He still wanted to hug her, but he wouldn't. Instead he just took his broom, though he hesitated by the window. "It's really not you, Dom," he said. "Fuck any guy would count themselves lucky I just-" He stopped, how many more ways could he say that he would not willingly hurt her like that?