He sighed a bit. "No I would not be happy if I was you, I would not at all. I don't know what to say, or do to make things better. I guess we just spend  today together? Kind of a special day for you? I will treat you to whatever you like OK?" he gives a hopeful smile, but he was  really worried now. She  seemed  way more upset than what he  thought she would be, and because of her feelings it seemed he was  seeing things. It  seemed she didn't see  what  he  did. He slid his arm around her  back, leading her into the dining room.<br/>"I understand not wanting to meet the neighbors  now. I hope...I hope  that  you can learn  to trust me. I feel so awful. I feel like I am the worst  man on the  planet."<br/>A whispering was heard.A singing sort of whispering.<br/>"I am you, and you are me...and soon..we will be we."<br/>He frowned.<br/>"I am guessing you didn't whisper something?"<br/>What in the hell did that mean even? What was  going on here?