Cole doesn't understand Calvin's instant resignation or downcast eyes or soft voice, but he knows that he's said the wrong thing. He shakes his head and his lips thin into a small frown. "You're not confused, Calvin. I'm always the one that's confused. I don't...know how I think of you?" He goes quiet for a moment, obviously struggling to find what he wants to say. Talking is hard, though. Why is talking always so hard?

"It isn't like it was with Coralee," he says finally, "Everything's not certain and intense. But it feels more like me. I'm closer to you than the others. And you're the one that I miss when I'm alone. And you're still the one I'd reach for. And kissing you at the Grotto felt different. Like...still nice. But more than nice. I don't know. Is that...more than just friends?"