It would take a few minutes, but he would open it. His brow was furrowed and his hair was disheveled, but his eyes widened slightly when he saw her. "Avice...? What are you..."
Something like shame may have crossed his face and he was silent before stepping out of the house, closing the door behind him.
She looked panicked for a moment, looking down. "I... You have things going for you, Tuck.. I know this, but I don't know how much longer I can keep quiet." She paused, shaking her head nervously before looking up at him. "I have feelings for you. I'm saying this now because I know I would regret never telling you.."
He looked a mixture of relieved, amused, and distraught. “Well, I obviously have feelings for you too, Av. So what do we do?”
He looked down at her, his brow furrowed. "I'm getting married," he said quietly, his brow furrowed. "I don't have a choice."
He looked over at her, hesitating. He reached up and brushed a lock of hair out of her face gently, his brow furrowed. "Don't be. It isn't your fault."
