Francis looked away as he listened and nodded indefatigable until he heard everything. He glanced over. "You think that?" He didn't want to dismiss his concerns. "You weren't happy when I met you. And you told me you hadn't been happy before. I believed you " He reached out for his hand. "I wouldn't be the type to believe I could make you happy all the time. But I still want to do my best and be with you.." he said quietly and still very nervous. "And you k ow, I'm not good at anything either."

Was it true? Did he honestly want to be with Francis or was this just an excuse to break away? At least he cares about his feelings which was touching no matter how this day ended.