I suppose.. but maybe I don't quite understand why you care so much.
_{[ He remains seated, posture slouching slightly over the kotatsu table. He feels uncomfortable being so transparent and honest with someone since his own insecurities make him want to lie about who he is constantly. It's happening so natural for him, but he wishes the sick feeling in his stomach would go away. After a moment of silence, he speaks again: ]}

I feel the same way for you, though... but..
_{[ A beat. ]}
What we have.. it isn't enough.