John | Rose
Doesn't matter how brilliant or clever I am, there are a great deal of things of which I consistently fail at doing. Of course I'd like to be better for you, Rose. You've already made me better, and I rather enjoy the upward slope I find myself on when I'm around you.
I know. I'm thick, bloody well thick, but I know. I haven't made it easy on you.
It's difficult for me to have designs on anyone, as I've not always been the person you know. And -- hang on. You fancy me. Hold on. It's like I'm reading this in reverse.
Oh, Rose. Lines were crossed a long while back. Haven't regretted a single one of them.