[Zevran is suddenly quite frightened that his hands might be shaking. Bare hands touching bare hands feels too close now, too intimate. It is a struggle to remain impassive. Hope gleams in his heart for a single, bright moment, but he crushes it beneath his own heel: she does not mean it like that, she cannot.]

I care for you as well. It... has not always been easy for me to accept, but I believe I understand that you have always been sincere regarding our friendship. Our trust is not one that needs to be spoken.