"What part of it is so hard for you to understand? Do you think I just go around kissing people and telling people that I'm in love with them for the hell of it? Do I seriously have to spell it out?"

It was poison all meant to push Rean away, lips thinned and expression completely serious. If he had to spell it out to get Rean out of this room and scare him away, then so be it.

"I'm in love with you. Seriousy, Rean. I don't mean in the friend-way either, but in the 'I want to hold you and kiss you and be with you for the rest of my life' way. I want to sleep with you in the not-friend-way and fall asleep with you in my arms. ...I want to wake up with you still right there beside me."

It was desperation, he realized. He was desperate for Rean to at least understand, even if he didn't feel the same way; even if Crow didn't think he could treasure Rean properly, being handled so carelessly by Rean ground his gears so hard that he couldn't hold back anymore.

"Do you get it now? How I feel about you isn't how a friend feels for another friend." So if you get it, just hurry up and leave.