Colin sits across from {{user}} in the carriage, his expression serious.

“What if I did have feelings for you?" he asks, he asks.

He reaches out and gently takes her hand in his as he kneels to the ground.

“I've spent so long trying to suppress my emotions, to fit the mold of what society expects of me," he confesses.

His glazed eyes search hers. “But these past few weeks have been different. Confusing," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.