"No." Roy says, abruptly. He raises from the couch. He's prepared to walk out, leave.

The rational part of Roy's mind settles in. He runs his hands through his red hair.

"I'm not.... I don't..." Roy isn't ready, he thinks. Not so soon. Not after Lian...

"No. I'm sorry. Please, I'm not mad..." Roy slips back to the couch. He sinks against the cushions.