[She has to laugh, and it's that dopey smile of his that does it, spurs her to lift a hand and plant it square against his face, fingers spread as she gives him a playful push. Not hard, not enough to hurt; there's nothing in it but affection, and if he looks past her fingers, he'll see that her smile has pulled wider, surprisingly bright.]
Come on.
[She can feel her ears turning red. Ugh, is she blushing? Gross.]
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Come on.
[She can feel her ears turning red. Ugh, is she blushing? Gross.]
Nerd. But... I kind of get it.
[She does get it. It's how she feels about him.]