She wondered if he'd joke or put up a front or be sincere. A part of her was hoping for a joke, though as she idly joins the hunt for something to burn before the rest, she realizes she's glad he chooses another option.

"Not to get too dark and serious, but I think we should make some promises here and now, to go forward. You sat me down on the stairs to get out my worries before we got carried away with not-so-shocking revelations, so. We have to make sure to do that now and then, you know? Sit, and talk, and listen."

As she gives herself a moment to think, she gives a wobbly shelf a nudge with her boot.

"If it's really just you and me, that's really different from anything before. You and I always had other people, other friends. I don't want us to end up at one another's throats over stupid crap that bottles up."