This young lady was so, so sweet. So sweet. Her eyes were wide and sincere and tender, and he knew he shouldn't - part of him didn't want to - but the touching, and the tenderness... His eyes drifted to her mouth, that mouth whispering kind things when everything felt raw and aching...
"You don't know me," he said, trying to pull himself together and make sense. But he was still staring at her mouth.