Myles was sitting on his bed, listless. Beckett sat down next to him.
"Ok, this is the last time I am asking. What is wrong?" Myles sighed.
"I-I almost kissed her." Beckett gaped.
"Dani?" Myles nodded, miserably.
"Yes. I always knew that she didn't feel the same way. I was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid." He accentuated each 'stupid' with a kick to his bedpost.
"Myles. Stop. Look, just . . . Give her some time, ok? She might not seem like it, but she is really insecure. We know her better than she knows herself. She never gets close to anybody, you know that. We are the only exceptions. I think she's afraid that she's given you too much of her heart already. Plus, you're the first real friend she's ever had. She doesn't want to ruin it." Myles didn't respond.
A knock sounded on Dani's door.
"I told you, mom. I'm not hungry.
"It's me, Beckett." The voice said. "Can I come in?" She sighed. The door opened anyway. Beckett sat on the edge of her bed.
"Dani?"
"Yes?"
"Why didn't you kiss him?"
"I don't know. I wanted to. I was going to, but something inside me said, 'no, he's your best friend!' I just don't want to ruin our friendship."
"Dani, I think you should go talk to him."
"I can't. I just can't." Beckett sighed.
"Okay."
"What if . . . What if I had kissed him? What if it didn't work out? We'd never be the same again." Beckett looked at her.
"Okay. That's the reason." He said. Dani sighed.
"Beckett . . ."
"Dani, I know you better than you know yourself. You're scared. You think that Myles has too much of your heart. You don't want him to have any more, because you don't want him to break it. But you know Myles wouldn't do that." Beckett stood up, and left the room, leaving Dani to contemplate just how well Beckett knew her.