[ Oh, he looks so pleased, like she's said something he like! She's happy for that, really. Her words had been sincere, even if she had stumbled over them.
She wants to be a good friend, and he believes she already is. That's nice to think about, but... it can't be true. Not with how much she withholds with telling him. Shouldn't friends be honest with each other? Even she knows this. ] Then... that leaves only something else to worry about. [ She says, adopting a softer, coyer smile.
Without waiting him to ask what it is, she answers: ] How can I help you more?
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She wants to be a good friend, and he believes she already is. That's nice to think about, but... it can't be true. Not with how much she withholds with telling him. Shouldn't friends be honest with each other? Even she knows this. ] Then... that leaves only something else to worry about. [ She says, adopting a softer, coyer smile.
Without waiting him to ask what it is, she answers: ] How can I help you more?