[He was quiet for a long time, staring at the ceiling like it held the answers or maybe he was asking God what the hell he ever did to deserve all of this... Thought-provoking bullshit. Then he remembered God was probably not in his Heaven and he'd made his own bed. He'd played with the girl, gotten attached to her, and... Well, yeah, he was sentimental, but he never thought she'd care this much back. No one else did.]

Complicated's exactly what it's gonna be. The last woman I got this involved with? She would've killed me in front of an entire audience if I didn't think ahead. And I won't lie and say it wasn't me, it was her. I'm not easy to get along with. My baggage has its own baggage and that baggage has carry-ons. [He paused, sighing and moving to wrap an arm around her.] But if you're still not scared of me- well, you don't really scare me much either. I could make this complicated.

[And he break that fragile heart of hers into a million pieces, too. He wanted to say that, warn her ahead of time, but he didn't want to. He wanted complicated- he wanted someone he could protect who'd actually do the same for him. He wanted to reach out and touch something and have it touch him in return.

Complicated. Right.]