“Yes. I suppose you’re right,” he told her, avoiding her gaze just for a moment as she hit on something very close to the truth of him. He was the absolute pin-up boy for the English gentleman, and it covered up just about any emotions imaginable. He just found that he wasn’t suited for sustaining it long term. Cracks appeared, feelings slipped through. In one way or another.
She was very sweet, very kind. He wished he was more comfortable with just declaring his feelings so freely. “In time, if you’ll wait for me to catch up,” he told her softly.
“Thank you, for this,” he told her, gesturing to the phone before slipping it into his coat pocket.