Charles sighed again. They’d been through this. In depth, if he recalled correctly. Why was she so uncertain in her own ability to be liked? It was exasperating and tiresome.
Shrugging, Charles simply took another sip of his rum, “We’ve talked about this, Emmeline.” He said plainly, “I’m not going to go through it again. I like your company and you – as a person. I want to spend time with you and I am not going to go into my reasons why, not again. I don’t need – I shouldn’t have to explain myself.”
He didn’t sound annoyed or even the slightest bit angry. It was as if he was tired with her self-doubt though he didn’t want to let that ruin their nice evening, “Please just accept it and allow yourself the pleasure of being someone another person enjoys the company of. Please.”
Shrugging, Charles simply took another sip of his rum, “We’ve talked about this, Emmeline.” He said plainly, “I’m not going to go through it again. I like your company and you – as a person. I want to spend time with you and I am not going to go into my reasons why, not again. I don’t need – I shouldn’t have to explain myself.”
He didn’t sound annoyed or even the slightest bit angry. It was as if he was tired with her self-doubt though he didn’t want to let that ruin their nice evening, “Please just accept it and allow yourself the pleasure of being someone another person enjoys the company of. Please.”