Mei, meanwhile, had been listening intently, a smudge of concealer on his neck. "Wait, wait, wait." She held up a hand. "You said, and I quote, 'I wouldn't love you if you—' and then you cut yourself off, right?"
He nodded, a desperate hope flickering that she might somehow validate his disastrous attempt.
"So, you never actually said 'I love you,' did you?" Mei's gaze was direct, empathetic.
Sky stammered, his face flushing hotter. "Well, no but—"
Mei slowly leaned forward, holding in a snort, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "Babe. First of all… that's not technically a confession."
Sky froze. "Excuse me?"
