Harry didn't know. He knew she was looking for him to have all the answers here, but he really, really didn't. Maybe it was because he still missed Evan so much. Maybe it was because he still felt guilty, still blamed himself. He'd always wondered how it would have been different if he'd been there, if he hadn't been busy opening another coffee house thousands of miles away.
It wasn't all that logical, but it was there and it helped to fuel his guilt over this, over falling for his dead best friend's girl.
He loved her, though. He couldn't help that and even if he didn't know exactly what to do, he didn't want to deny how he felt anymore. He crosses the room, pulling her into his arms again, seeking comfort from th embrace just as much as he was trying to give it.
"I don't know," he breathed into her hair as he pulled her close. "I don't know," he repeated, pulling back, now, to look at her, his eyes still moist with unshed tears. "But we can figure it out, alright? Together? Cause.. I can't do this without you, Anna.. I-I don't want to."