[Ryan sounded calm and sincere, and the setup had taken so much effort. He didn't doubt that Ryan cared for the both of them, but what troubled him was the way his words now clashed and mixed with earlier words. The text messages just prior had hinted at a dinner, a discussion, but not to this romantic level. Earlier words had questioned and pestered Oren on his feelings for Mattias, and now that he was no longer in denial, it clicked.

He stays close to the door frame.]

You don't understand, Ryan. A talk is one thing, but this...

[His eyes scan the room, hopping between lit candles and well set places at the table. Oren's hand grips more firmly at the door frame and he takes a step back, withdrawing almost like a frightened animal.

Still, his eyes finally land on Ryan's.]

It's too much. [Too much for Mattias, he means to stress, but he's not sure how well a simple look can do it. He tries to save this.] Spend it without me, and we'll speak another time.