“If you’re not the one, then why does my hand fit yours this way? I don’t want to run away, but I can’t take it, I don’t understand. If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?” Wait — did his door just open? “Oh, crap, ehm. I wasn’t singing. What?”
“Thanks so /very/ much, Xavier, now I have an earworm,” Summer says dryly. “That’s totally what I needed, a song that makes me think of Arthur.”