[It seemed, at least, that she had been similarily foolish, judging by the taken aback tone. He manages to look up, smiling mostly because he doesn't quite know what to do with himself, and he's just so relieved. He doesn't have to marry her. He doesn't have to spend the rest of his life feeling bad for not loving her as he should, for wanting others that aren't her, for having to force himself even just to kiss her.]

[Savior, he could cry from it. But he'll try hard not to while she's here, or it would just be confusing for her.]

I'm glad, Lux. Because I- I love you. But I love you like a sister, I always have, and I don't want to marry you. It would make us both unhappy, so I'm glad that at least one of us actually managed to spit it out.

Thank you.