"Can we please talk?" she asked.
"No!" he replied. "There's nothing to talk about."
She grabbed his hand. "Please? This isn't like you. You haven't been… not since-"
"So?" he quipped back.
"Just-" she was ready to cry. "So this was all nothing? All this time?"
"I told you already. We were too young. I don't want to hold you to that. Not now."
"But I told you I don't care!"
"I do care. And I don't want to hold you to what we said back then."
"And that's more important than how I feel now?"
"That's not-"
"It is."