“You don’t have to be alone.”

      「 宝  」            He wished she could see his eyes;
                                        Often he wished for things like this. It was too early for that
                                        of course; His glasses were a kind of barrier, a sort of wall
                                        to keep people from gazing into his true meaning. Without 
                                        them, all the lies he told on a daily basis, all the things he 
                                        didn’t want others to know would never pass without notice.
                                         
                       And Colette— she was far too sweet, too beautiful to be a part of that
                                                         cycle; he didn’t want to subject her to that just yet.
                                                         His eyelids, from their place behind his dark rims,
                                                         flickered closed over his iris’s; a frown pulling his 
                                                         lips and denting lines between his brows. 

           He didn’t know for certain that he could give her what she needed; 

                     ❝ Yes; perhaps, however I think it’s where I belong.❞
       Mostly, he wanted her not to touch on such a subject;
                                  One that { H U R T } so much.