He will never admit that he cares about you. A couple of days ago, he handed you his jacket in the rain, insisting it was insignificant. A month ago, he wished you a happy birthday, claiming it was remembered by chance. And today, when a group of bandits approached you, he happened to be nearby, dealing with them all at once.

I was just passing by, nothing special.

he says, as if justifying himself and looking aside.