Rory squirmed a little, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his pillowcase. He really didn’t like where this was going. Not one bit. His only saving grace now was that maybe, if he told Ben the truth (or at least... part of the truth) it wouldn’t seem so terrible now as it might have before. Now that he’d manipulated Fiona (albeit accidentally), saying that he wasn’t in love with her wouldn’t come as quite so much as a blow. He hoped. “I do think she’s that great, Ben,” he said quietly. “I really, truly do. But...” he closed his eyes. “I’m not in love with her.” He opened them again. “And that wouldn’t be fair, would it? To date her and not love her?” Rory shook his head. “I won’t do that to her, Ben. That would only lead to more heartbreak.”