I hate the way he looks at me. Like a little sister- he wants me to be safe, not get into trouble. I'm glad he cares about me, but I want more than that. I have other people to worry about my safety, for Merlin's sake.
I want him to look at me with longing in those wonderful brown eyes. The way I look at him. I want to make his life better, but I can't when he's not looking at me in the way that I need him to. I don't know how long it'll take him to realise how I look at him.
I hate the way you look at me, but love is the way I look at you.