I have a friend who's . . . well in love with me and I don't feel the same way about him.

And he knows this.

I don't want him hurt.

What the hell should I do?

Archer shrugged his shoulders under the black dress shirt he was wearing. He had the tiny wooden box cradled against his side as he looked up the seemingly endless steps. He felt a tinge of regret as he looked up at the familiar temple, so the least he could do was console an old friend.

With tea.

Sighing, Archer headed up the steps.