He refused, refused to look down. The way her fingers folded in with his, the soft pressure of smooth skin laced between his own; Kevin liked hands, he had loved Rose's and she sat there across from him holding his hand as if it were innocent, while his heart pounded loud in his chest. It was all he could do, just brushing his thumb, not to throw the table away--hug her, hold her, kiss her, he didn't even care--he just wanted more of her. Swallowing, Kevin tried to focus on what she was saying. "You always loved animals so that's..." And then he thought of Steve's comment. Unicorns. Stupid man was bribing her.
"She's a good sort." His mouth opened to continue, to be cruel because his own jealousy was stuck high in his throat but the small minuscule logical side of his mind told him to stop and he did--difficult as it was. "She's a designer I guess. Busy a lot." The new words were even harder to say. He didn't want to have anything good or neutral to say about her, but he didn't have anything bad to say about her either. They hadn't really spoken much, interacted much for him to say anything about her; but being in front of Rose--he wanted to down play her in his life, to remind Rose he was still loyal to her--even if they couldn't really be...together.
He had been joking, he hadn't- when she started her response with 'actually'... Kevin felt himself pale, felt his gut clench. Okay, they hadn't dated--been together together for two years....
Slowly he pulled his hand away and nodded, jaw tight. What happened to stubborn? What happened to loyal? She wasn't a Hufflepuff she was rolling over and letting it just happen. Or worst yet- she actually did like the bloody bloke! "Oh. Well. It's not like we're together. Or I even, it's been two years yeah? Not like I have feeling for you like that anymore or anything anyway, or you to me. Seems kind of stupid really." His anger and hurt came out not with yelling, but lashing out, his own hurting words because it just seemed logical. He was hurting, so could she (and he got to look masculine while he was at it).