“Don’t marry him.” Laurie says quietly as he shakes his head, not looking at you.

“…Why?” You ask quietly and he looks over at you with furrowed brows.

“Why? You know why.” He says as he walks closer to you, reaching out to cup your cheek with his hand.

“No, Laurie…you’re being mean.” You say quietly, which makes him furrow his brows and pull his hand away.

“How am I being mean?…” He asks, his voice practically a whisper now.