I want to tell him, to explain, but I can't.
Not now. Not here.
"You must think I'm an asshole, wanting to cut her out of my life," he says.
"No." I shake my head. "I understand." God, how I understand. "You can't help someone who won't help themselves."
He brushes a stray hair behind my ear.
The wind blows it in front of my eyes.
His laugh is more happy than sad. "I know there's nothing I can do." He pulls me closer. "But it fucking sucks watching her destroy herself."
"Do you really think you can cut her off?"
"I don't know. I haven't yet."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm used to it."
Tears well up in my eyes. He's hurting so much, and it's exactly the kind of pain I inflicted on everyone in my life.
I did this to Lily. To Mom and Dad. To a dozen other friends who dropped me long before Lily did.
I don't deserve his affection.
I don't deserve his trust.
I don't deserve another chance.
A tear catches on my lashes. Then another.
Walker rests his palm on my cheek. Catches a tear on his thumb. "Hey."
"I'm sorry."
"What for?"
"Everything."
He stares back into my eyes.
But I can't see his. Mine are blurry.
I blink. Bring my hand to my cheek to wipe my tears. "I'm really, really sorry."
"Hey. It's okay." He wraps his arms around me.
I shake my head. It's not. It's really, really not.
"This all for me?"
"No." Yes. Maybe. It's confusing. "I… I like you."
"Like me?"
"A lot." I choke back a sob. "Like I want you to be my boyfriend."