[Her first reaction is to shake her head defiantly, clinging a little tighter. It's mostly in response to his question--she's not quite sure why she apologized in the first place, just that it seemed like the thing to say. But part of it is a denial to having to let go and explain.
It takes another long moment before she slowly pulls her arms from around him and takes a step back. Her eyes are a bit red, smudges of tears on her glasses--which she quickly scrubs at with the edge of her sleeve, trying to get rid of the evidence. She's still quiet, the vibrancy of hers stifled as she slips past him into the house. She looks around the common area before turning back to Yusuke.]
Not here...Your room would be better. [She's still not sure if his housemates are home, but if she's going to explain, she'd rather avoid the chance of having an unwitting audience. She doesn't wait for him to agree before she takes the familiar path up to his room.]
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It takes another long moment before she slowly pulls her arms from around him and takes a step back. Her eyes are a bit red, smudges of tears on her glasses--which she quickly scrubs at with the edge of her sleeve, trying to get rid of the evidence. She's still quiet, the vibrancy of hers stifled as she slips past him into the house. She looks around the common area before turning back to Yusuke.]
Not here...Your room would be better. [She's still not sure if his housemates are home, but if she's going to explain, she'd rather avoid the chance of having an unwitting audience. She doesn't wait for him to agree before she takes the familiar path up to his room.]