[And he's looking up, all right, because what else could he possibly do? Now you're going to see that other things are, indeed, settling on that face. Too many shadows there, too many conflicting emotions: confusion (always and ever confusion tonight), guilt, sadness, doubt.]

I'm no good for you. There are so many other people out there, and you've got so much going for you. I...

[You don't deserve to be saddled down by him. That was precisely why he had quietly resolved, midway through that club run, that he was going to let you go.

His lips are pressing together, twisting in an almost painful way.]

Josh, are you even sure about this?

[Wasn't it the Bleed? Wasn't it loneliness? Wasn't it just confusing admiration with something else?] Wasn't it any number of other possibilities that were surely tamer - safer - than this?]