Seth looked pained. "Daphne, please, I meant-" The words were meant to carry a platonic meaning, but with deeper thought, Seth knew that somewhere within the layers of sub-speech, it was nowhere near mere friendship.
He dropped his gaze down to his feet, ridiculously expensive shoes and pants, and sighed. "Friends. I meant my help." He did not want them to be held at that distance, but it must be done. She deserved better. "You don't want it like that, and this is not about us-" it just felt like it, "This is about you. And you're going to be fine."