Why? [ She reaches up to brush his hair out of his face, she associates this gesture with comfort. ] Because I like you. Because this was fun. Because you give me something no one else can.

I suppose the alternative is that I'm lying about liking you so that I can talk myself into spending more time with someone whose company I don't even enjoy. But that seems a little crazy, no? Even for me.

[ She pauses, dropping the playfulness. ] I know you can't believe it. Maybe the time will come when you'll trust me a little. For now: disbelieve it all you like, as long as you don't shove me away.