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"i can't."

"what do you mean you can't?"

"i can't kiss you."

"but-why not?"

"you messaged me, upset, you needed comfort, you're in my room, crying, then you want me to kiss you?"

"i don't understand, what's wrong with that?"

"if i kiss you, we'll probably end up making out and who knows what else, then tomorrow you could decide that you don't actually like me, that you were just upset and emotional and you needed a shoulder. i'll happily be your shoulder but if i kiss you, i'm going to be upset if tomorrow you decide kissing me was a mistake."

the room filled with silence.

"i'll be back in a bit." 

he said before he walked out of the room.