He looked up at her, hurt, confused. It was all manifest on his face. He didn't know how else to look. Nonchalant didn't work here. "Why? Why can't it be different with us?" He honestly wanted to know. It bothered him. They had worked so well together for five years and she was convinced it couldn't go past a partnership.
He looked down at her hands, clutching his shirt. She was telling him no, but holding onto him, as if she didn't want to lose him. "Okay. You're right. Forget it."