~What Can I Say (Carrie Underwood ft. Sons of Sylvia)~ http:/www(dot)youtube(dot)com/watch?v=Dy1jP-cYAjA
He was horrible with this sap. Julius' brow wrinkled as he contemplated the situation. He didn't know how else to deal with this.
Out on the battlefield, he was quite the glorified warrior. He was so fluent, so comfortable with procedure, but love didn't quite have a procedure. It was too unfamiliar to him.
Even worse than his Cupid skills were his communication skills. He'd never been too fantastic with words – of course, becoming a Captain meant strategically mapping out your words, but he had avoided taking the necessary course. Julius was more straightforward, to-the-point. There's no beating around the bush for him
Love was so gentle, fragile. Perhaps like a newborn child.
Wonderful, but you didn't know how to approach it. A single move could, after all, make or break anything.
So, the fool he was, he let it all go.