"I do." He assured her hastily, reaching out to cover one of her hands with his own in silent reassurance. "I know that, Kenz, that's why I want to have this talk. Our friendship...it's previous to me, but even more important, it's been critical in my...treatment."

Removing his hands from hers with a sigh, Bruce raked a hand back through his hair. "The day of my...incident...he seemed to know you. That's only ever happened once before, and she was a woman I cared deeply for." He paused, looking up at her.

"We were engaged at one point...and that's not a declaration of any sort, Kenzi, merely an example of the...intensity of feeling required to pierce the veil of the Id, as it were." He continued. "I care a great deal about you, and I know you care about me...but you just lost someone, and I can't...be intimate. With anyone. So we need to ask ourselves: do these feelings go deeper, and if so...do we want to find a time and place to act on them?"