Vincent asked Delaney if she would stay and have the big breakfast with him that they had talked about the night before but she said no. The longer she stayed the more she knew it would hurt when she left.
"Are you sure you won't stay and eat with me?" he asked quietly, standing in front of her outside on the steps, "I know you haven't been eating well. You're... you're so much smaller."
"You told me not to worry about you Vincent so you don't need to worry about me," she answered, not meeting his gaze. She couldn't. If she looked into his lovely, sad, eyes she would break down and cry. She didn't want to do that. Not again.
"Delaney I will always worry about you. I love you."
