"I'm fine Gally. Just leave me alone." He shakes his head in defiance, looking deep into my eyes.
"I can't do that y/n, you know I can't." He groans painfully. What the hell is he on about?
I begin to get even more angry, "And why's that?" I raise my eyebrows in both curiosity and confusion.
He pauses for a moment, "I think I like you y/n."