Much caught her hand to stop her, looking at her for a couple of short breaths before her pushed her hand away and sat up, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. "No," he said, clinging to the idea she'd already dismissed so easily with her looked like you. "That wasn't me. I don't- you told me to stop her talking, you-" His stomach clenched in shame, even talking about it. How could risking that again have felt worth it, just moments ago? How was he such an idiot? "I'm not like that."