I should know. . . better than anyone. . . how that feels. . Iโm not a good person, which is why Iโm always concerned.
So, allow me to show you the first sign of affection between you and me.
(His head leaning in, pressing his lips against hers.)
(A small hand placed upon her head, a small grin forming.)
A sign of affection like that shouldnโt be accepted, not from a woman like you. Yes you make me wanna shoot you, sometimes, but thatโs not how I will show you affection.
(Now, sliding his hand down to her cheek.)