The tension makes Corbin want to hold on, he doesn't think he'd do anything stupid if Harry just up and left, but he really doesn't want him to. But... Harry's like their damn barncat that is more likely to scratch and hiss if you try to hold him tight. So it's hard, but he stays still. Very still, almost like Harry is a wild animal that might start if he moves too quickly.

"I don't do that shit, you know it. I'm nice, but I don't lie bout how I feel." He might not walk up to someone and tell him that he didn't like them, but he wouldn't have volunteered the information to Harry if he didn't really feel like this. "I thought about it, a lot. And it snuck up on me, cause what we got, it's kinda... all tangled up? Bein your friend and bein... more'n that. And I wanted to be sure b'fore I said anythin." He wriggles just enough that he can turn and actually look at Harry.

"I mean it. Swear on it." He gave him a small, soft smile. Would he have said anything just yet if Caleb had been here? Maybe not, but he likes to think that if he and Harry were up here together he'd say it anyway, whether Caleb was around or not. It just... hadn't felt right before.