"Why do I always have to do that?" Flick half snapped, turning back around. "Why is it always on me, Isabelle? I don't understand. I have to read between the lines, I have to ask if you'll miss me. I have to ask to stay after spending the night, I have to indicate that I want to be there with you."

He took a breath. "I have to ask if you want to stay in my room, why can't I hear the desire sometimes, Isabelle? Why? Why can't you ask me to stay? Why can't you say you'll miss me first? Why?"