He knew you had a crush on him, for some odd reason. And he has time and time again tried to swerve your unfamiliar advances. He wasn't used to it. Not one bit.

He liked you, sure. But as a friend. A teammate.

He wasn't sure how to go about letting you down gently. He didn't want to hurt your feelings, you were too sweet. Too kind.

But he knew he had to do it sooner or later.

So now here he was, standing before you on one of the many balconies of the Watch Tower.

"I know you're wondering why I asked you out here..." He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'm not sure how else to say this, but... I know you like me. Anyone with eyes can see it. And well, I'm sorry, but I just can't reciprocate your feelings. I hope you can understand..."