"I –"
"Don't say it." Qrow winces and looks down at the patterns of moonlight across the floor.
"Why not?"
"People I care about don't tend to survive. I've been around for long enough to realize that."
Clover wants to save him, to wrap them both up in his good fortune until nothing can hurt them. But Qrow can't bring himself to trust anyone.
"Please," Qrow whispers as he crumples into Clover's arms again, "don't say you love me."