He maintained his winning smile as Amelia joined him in the livingroom. The smell of her hair as she brushed up against him, her arm looping in his nearly made his smile falter. When she leaned her head over onto this shoulder, he leaned his head over gently onto hers. "Yeah. So I've heard. Ever hear of the saying,<em>Nice guys finish last</em>?" He forced a light chuckle so as not to seem quiet so sappy. He didn't mean to come across so .... pesimistic. He was merely speaking from his life's past experience, and he was the epitome of<em>nice guys finish last.</em>He was almost tired of being the nice guy.<br/><br/>Feelings were what they were. It was unfortunate that they could not be turned off and on with the flip of a switch. The heart wants what the heart wants. The heart can be a cruel bastard sometimes.<br/><br/>He brightened again as she suddenly turned to face him, her eyes bright and beautiful and hopeful for him as she mentioned her idea. He nodded reluctantly and made himself look away for fear that she might notice his eyes.<br/><br/>"Sure. Why not? But... can it wait just a little while... please? I just need a little bit of time." He tilted his head towards her a little and sighed.