He sighs, his fingers tapping on the dining table. You're stirring the soup on the stove, and he avoids looking at you. He knows he would lose all his words after seeing your smile, but he can't keep them to himself anymore, they're messing with his head.

“I don’t wanna intervene..." He mutters, half-heartedly hoping you might not hear him properly. "You know that’s not who I am. But…" He shakes his head, trying to clear his mind to find the right words. "Can't you see what's he like?" He finally glances at your back. "He’s not the right man for you.”