There's an awful lot of breathin' room, but I can hardly move

[Closing his eyes, he can't help but laugh a little and push his face to the back of her neck and into her hair. It's far easier to hide himself here. She would ask that question point blank. His arms hold her tighter to him.]

You are terrible, and wonderful. You know that, right.

[He moves up and nips at her ear, speaking softly.]

I did, all the time. I thought about you almost every single time.

[Moving back, he sighs.]

I said I felt bad, but I knew I wouldn't do anything to mess you two up, or tell you how I felt, so I didn't feel as conflicted as I could have. I'd messed things up. I knew I didn't deserve you.