He still couldn't touch her, couldn't kiss her, couldn't even be alone with her. He loved her and he couldn't ever be with her because our ambition had fucked it. I'd felt his resistance when we'd been doing that shit to the Vegas when they first arrived and I'd felt enough of his emotions whenever his father put pressure on him to get it done to know he wasn't allowing himself to feel his own feelings. He put so much effort into resisting her that he had been hating himself for wanting her when it should have been the most natural thing in the world.
