He glares at you. "Let me be clear, I do not like you." He hisses. "That's fine." You respond softly. "And I never will." He retorts. "I understand. I still love you." You say sweetly. "And I do not need your pity." He says coldly. "..It's not pity." You say softly, making him even angrier at you. Why were you being so kind to him?