"Oh, alright." He's finding that he has to purposefully remind himself to look elsewhere despite his unconscious tendency to glance her way and note small details, like the way her hair catches the light streaming through the trees.

Somehow this can't work. She's said as much, and soon he's going to see why, but he can't fight the gnawing sensation in the pit of his stomach, the feeling that he'll be making a mistake if he chooses the wrong way.