"Oh, Dandy, you really don't like that idea very much, do you?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her and kissed her cheek. "What's an idea you like?" In his mind, all he wanted was to hold her and kiss her and tell her how much he wanted her back and how much he was scared that she really didn't love him and that she always seemed so far away from him. He didn't say that, though, because he didn't want her to feel worse about herself. He didn't want her to be so sad. "I promise I'll do whatever you feel more comfortable with, okay? Just tell me." His voice was so quiet, it was almost a whisper, and Sindre pressed his forehead to hers. "I promise you."