♫ | Natasha Bedingfield – Who Knows
He wished he had been elsewhere, away from here, out in the storm; but, running away, he knew, wouldn’t have solved anything. It seemed to have turned out to be a wild goose chase with Borden blindly ambling about as Jayse seemed to follow him. Then, once given the opportunity, he tripped somewhere along the way, ultimately bringing her down in turn. Now here they were, two trapped wolves stuck in a relentless blizzard. There probably could have been no other or better time to address this...
An apologetic expression tugged hard at his facial features, bringing his brows together and pulling the corners of his mouth down. His ears even managed to flatten even more against his skull. Her words had bitten him right back. No turning back now. ”You haven’t done anything wrong,” he assured her, his stomach lightly churning as he worried she might take his words some other way. ”A-and you can’t… you can’t upset me, Jayse; it’s just—” Ugh… How should he go about this? He watched as she closed her eyes; he must have looked pathetic, the perfect embodiment of imbroglio. Tongue-tied and discomfited. ”I-I…”
Not wanting to make things worse between them was Borden’s first priority. The deal was… he wasn’t sure if what he intended to say would help, to neutralize or improve the situation, or make the matter even more terrible than they had already turned out to be. He swallowed the lump in his throat. Surrender, his psyche advised. Put all the cards on the table… Be done with it… this confusion, this pain...
Deciding to follow what his conscience told him to do, he clenched his teeth together. This was it, here it was, the root of what was making him act the way he did around her… How he could be happy one moment then unsure and afraid the next. She could take it however she pleased… ”Ja-ayse,” he stammered. ”I… like you.”