Cordelia felt a slight moment of panic, and it's obvious in the way that she glanced at his hand so close to her face and then away from it. If he touched her again, she wouldn't-- she didn't know if--

Too late. The tears started falling - one after another, but she was quick in wiping them away. If there was one thing she hated, it was crying. If there was one thing she hated more? It was crying in front of Angel. She didn't want him to think she was weak, that she was just some pathetic cry-Buffy - she was Cordelia Chase, damn it! She never cried.

...except now, that was. Because she felt like she was disappointing him somehow, because she didn't know exactly if she felt the same way. At least, not yet. Not now.

"I-I love you, Angel," she said, feeling as though she had to tell him something. "I do. But--"

And she got no farther than that.