"Who said?" he counters, even if he knows damn well who. Or, at least, he's pretty sure he suspects one voice in particular, no matter if there were others.

"Even if it's platonic, I love you, Rosie, and it's not a lot to ask of me at all. I know other people feel similar - probably more than you'd expect. All you need is a chance." He pats her shoulder.

"And this place is full of 'em."