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Well, it's confusing to feel. That's mainly it. They confuse him. Each one crushes his logic into the ground, screws up his thou- ght patterns, crosses his associations. And so it's difficult for him to admit he's ever had feelings for anyone, especially her. Because she knows him best, truly. She knows his weakness- es better than anyone. She knows that most of his strengths are but a show, and are not strengths at all. It doesn't take him guts to ask her to lunch. It takes a regime change and a nonchalant gaze and the smallest of smiles and the words slip through his lips before he notices them. And it's, “ Will you join me for lunch? ” and it's only the lack of crisps in his hands that could possibly signal her that he's serious.








