He let out a sigh when she broke the silence and wondered why she was trying to make him feel awful. At least---Thomas knew that Delilah wasn't being deliberately mean, he knew that much, but couldn't she see how uncomfortable he felt? It wasn't her, really, she seemed nice enough to talk to, and she was certainly pretty, it was the idea of having any sort of relationship with a woman that made him cringe and pull into himself. He'd been hurt, badly, and maybe was unfairly punishing people in his life because of it.
Not that she was in his life, but she'd definitely been making it a point of making herself the center of his attention.
Thomas let out a breath and reached out for drink, taking a quick gulp and then pulling a face at her that said, 'happy?' He nearly choked on her words, however and swallowed roughly. See what she likes? He really needed to find a potion that stopped a person from blushing because everything that came out of this girl's mouth made his face and ears go red, which was not at all appropriate for a famous quidditch player. She just---needed to stop being inappropriate.
"I'm not---" he started, because he was so used to telling people that he was fine and that he was not stressed out, but Delilah would never leave him alone if he denied this fact, "It's just---"
If he assumed she wanted to pursue some sort of romantic relationship then everything from this point on would be put under a microscope, everything he said would be examined in his own head and if he told her that he didn't want anything like that they she could get offended for him thinking that----He thought far too much for his own good.
He sighed. "What do you want to talk about?"
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