It felt instinctual to defend Cecilia from herself. How she could think he deserved better was beyond his comprehension. Okay, he supposed on some level he got it, because he felt the same way about his own baggage, but it frustrated him a little that she couldn't see herself the way he saw her.
He drank more of his coffee and looked at her, brow cocked. He knew what she was asking, and Owen took some time before he finally answered. "Honestly, I don't know. It wasn't one moment for me. It was... a gradual thing, I think." Owen paused and then chuckled. "I think I started noticing it more when Oliver showed up. I was jealous of him. Don't ever tell him I told you that."