Because I think I'm falling in love with you and I wish it were mine. Even he wasn't a big enough idiot to actually say that.
He wasn't even sure it was true. He'd never been in love, never had a girlfriend, never felt anything like this before, so how the hell would he know? He'd had plenty of sex, but when it came to actual feelings he was still the clueless fourteen year old he'd been before he won the games.
"You're right." He looked up at her. "You're 100% right, it shouldn't matter. It doesn't, really." He took a deep breath. "I mean, the baby doesn't matter, I don't care that you're pregnant. But the father might. I was afraid to find out how you felt about the father. Because I like you and I didn't want this to be just sex. I was afraid of being second place to him, permanently."