Before that. When you were talking to the teacher who was your brother.

You invited me over and we sat in your room. You were nice to me and encouraging when I talked to you, and I was trying my best to make you feel better. Then you held my hand, and when I got embarrassed, you hugged me. I panicked and ran away because even if it looked like it couldn't be anything but a love confession, I was afraid of moving that fast. You didn't think you were moving at all.