"You mean - " Soon her blush is as obvious as his, if not moreso. She's harbored thoughts about being with him, but even in her memory, she's never been able to let herself picture it before getting too embarrassed, almost as if she convinces herself that everyone must be able to read her thoughts. "I want to be with you," she whispers, nudging her nose against his cheek, her eyes closing. "But I don't want you to be in pain."