"I'm not ASKING you to say it to me now!!! The moment passed oh, three days ago?" he shot back, the coffee table turning just a little. When she drew his attention to it he raised his head to look at it before groaning and dropping his head back again. A few moments passed as her suggestion was left hanging in the air before he decided to reply, a little calmer.
"Somehow, when you come here, you confuse me so much that I don't know what my point is or why we're having this conversation. Or even what this converastion is. You run rings around me, avoid questions, dodge subjects, throw things back at me, say something entirely different and I don't know where my head's at. You wanna be with me. Fine. Good. But you fucking hang up on me when I tell you I love you. If you're not ever going to be able to say it, then tell me now. I'd rather know if I'm wasting my time, because I sure as hell am wasting more going down to see my Father..."