Shockingly the nerves hadn't returned for Owen. He felt... calm. Aware that this could be a Bad Idea, sure, but he found he didn't really care. Maybe because they were both away from the house, and the people there, and the problems. Owen knew this reprieve was only temporary, but this was Zenith, and things could only - would only - get worse.
"This is just..." Owen paused, sighed and then looked at Cecilia. "I'm in love with you." He nearly apologized for it, but thankfully the words didn't come out. It was what it was, and he wasn't necessarily sorry. Maybe it was stupid, here in Zenith, but what else did he really have to lose?