"I'm sorry, the last thing you probably need is me crying on your shoulder".
Michael poured a botte of red wine into two glasses and brought them over. He handed one to Veronica.
"I like talking to you". Michael sat down next to her on the couch.
"You know, sometimes it feels like..."
"Sometimes it feels like you're the only person who understands me."
Michael nodded slowly. "It's not one sided though. I do enjoy your company."
"You're much more sensitive than I gave you credit for".
"Thanks, I'll take that as a compliment."
Silence fell between them. Veronica finished her drink and then stood up.
"I'd better go. Thanks for the wine and chat."
Veronica turned. "Yes Michael?"
Michael hesitated and then said "I really value our friendship. I want you to know that".
Ronnie smiled. "So do I." She placed the glass on the table and then left.
"Hey, Michael". Alfred shook him.
"You do that a lot these days."
"Yeah, just daydream." Alfred looked at him. "It's Ronnie isn't it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Come on man, I've seen the way you look at her."
"Oh". Michael looked down.
Roxanne came in. "What's going on?"
"He's holding a torch for Ronnie and he hasn't told her."
Roxanne sat down and took Michael's hand in hers. "You need to tell her."
Michael looked unsure.
"Look, you and Ronnie have this special connection and you don't want to risk that. I understand. It was the same with me and Alfred."
"Yes. When I realised I was in love with him I was so scared but in the end I told him and found he felt the same way."
Michael looked at Alfred. "Is that true mate?"
"Yes." Alfred put his hands on Roxanne's shoulders. "I'm really lucky to have her and I know Ronnie would be lucky to have you."
Michael continued to hesitate. Roxy exchanged glances with Alfred. "We'll help. Won't we Alfred?"
Alfred nodded. "Yes. We will make sure you both have plenty of time alone and slowly, surely you can tell her. How's that?"
Michael held out his hand. "It's a deal."