"Like... like I want to hold your hand and hug you and hold your face in my hands and kiss you, but... God. Why is this so hard?"
He huffed in frustration. "Adeline, I'm not some.. some drugstore cowboy! I know you've been hurt but I'm not like him!"
She paused, turning to look at Warner, her brows furrowing. "We're dead, Warner. We're going to be here forever. Can you really say that your interest will never falter?"
"No, you're right," she agreed. "You weren't. But... I mean... I'm pretty *squee!*ed up with this kind of stuff, Warner."
She was silent for a moment, as if weighing the truth of his words. "I know you wouldn't," she said after a moment, her voice small.