[ His confusion over his feelings for Faye, and what he still feels for Julia, aside. The closer she is the more she'll get hurt. And he can't do that. Not again. He lifts his hand to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. ]

It's supposed to mean that I don't have a good track record. I won't drag you down with me.

[ Not again.

He sighs and leans closer, wanting to touch his forehead to hers. Longing for that intimacy, any kind of affection, even as he rejects it. A coward who can't stick to what he knows he has to do. ]

Come on, Faye. [ His voice is quiet, almost pleading. ] You know there's other guys. Better guys. Even here.