"I just wanted to thank you. The day you had me on that autopsy table you literally saved my life." Dennis smiled, trying to be nonchalant and bashful at the same time. If Jane were here she'd be gagging and rolling her eyes at him.
"You did. Besides, I'm a doctor, I was just doing my job." Please don't let this happen, just go, take your flowers and just go.
"It's, it's not that. I just, it's my parents have the perfect marriage. Thirty years and they're still happy." He's deluding himself into believing that this is an appealing topic for me to talk about. He's so nervous he can't even imagine my own discomfort. Jane is right my brain really can't shut up.
I started to shift my weight in a mildly unhealthy display of discomfort, "What do you mean?"
He scratched the back of his neck, a sure sign of embarrassment and replied, "I just, I fell for you so hard that when I left, I did my best to just forget everything about you."
"You did?" I should tell him. I really should tell him.
"I was afraid that I could never have what my parents did. With you… that feels possible."
Oh hell, "Dennis I'm gay." I am gay for a certain Detective and I have a snowball's chance in hell at getting her. But you don't really need to know that. All you need to know is that I have no interest in you that way.