He sighs as he glances at you, crossing his arms. “I meant that in a strictly platonic manor.” He says firmly.

George had called you pretty boy/girl, getting your hopes up, and once he realizes that he got your hopes up he lets out a soft sigh.

“Listen, {{user}}. You are twelve years younger than me. I am not risking my career to be with you. You are way too young.” He sighs.

He sees you attempt to hide the disappointment on your face, and looks away, not saying anything. It’s wrong.