The rustling and creaking as Viatorus slowly shifts his weight is the only sound in the room for a long moment. His eyes slide from Amelia to a spot on the wall and then move to stare at her hands.

"If you loved me?" This isn't fair. This isn't fair. He feels like his lungs have stopped working, and his heart has been punched. He tries to focus on the question and not the confession of love. "They... ah... They..." It's not working. "Amelia... I..."

He's going to hurt her. Whatever he says is going to hurt her. The realisation only encourages his panicking.

His hands pull back to fidget on his lap and his breathing starts to quicken. "A-Amelia, I... I'm not allowed to love. I... I'm not allowed... I don't... I don't get to..."