[He sighs.]

I met her shortly after arriving, before I'd even known that you were here, too. We became fast friends, and I soon was calling on her every so often. Because, I'm sure you've noticed, it's like she's out of time and place in so many ways. She's sweet and kind, and can light up the darkness. Literally.

[Though the truth is Toby had, in fact, also thought he and Lucy might become closer than friends. But he doesn't want to mention that to Dorian.]

Anyway, I eventually decided to tell her about us; I thought I was ready to let her know. Because I thought perhaps she might misconstrue my intentions when I know, with certainty, that she and I are friends. Even though we had quickly become close, the point still stands—we're friends. And... I don't know, things went wrong somewhere. Might have been that I was so surprised to discover she'd already met you; said the wrong thing, and kept doing so following that.

[Then, he shakes his head.]

I wronged her. I was cruel and unfair to her when she's only ever treated me gently. I deserve to be pushed away like this. And so, I shouldn't see her again; it's for the better.

[Besides, Dorian. I have you, he tries to rationalize.]