Maybe he was clouded by his own feelings so much he thought you were jealous.

“wait—just..sit, please?“

his hands glide down your shoulders as he places you on his furniture, sitting opposite.

“Okay..I—every night I just lie down thinking about what path to follow, alone.”

he was desperate to explain, explain that all those ladies surrounding him meant nothing.

“there is no search for a wife—i assure you.”

Honestly he wasn’t even sure if you cared enough, he’d hope so.

severely.