She shook her head. "I just... I didn't see it ever happening. Why would you like someone like me? There's no reason you should."
She stepped away, shrugging his hand off her shoulder. "I never should have gotten drunk last night."
"Important? The only thing it was important to was my own embarrassment." She seemed annoyed with herself, and her words were uncertain.
"No, I think I understand. I never wanted to say anything in the first place, because I knew you didn't like me." The noise was making her headache worse, and she sat down. "I'm sorry, Jack. It must have been really obnoxious last night."
"No, Avice," he said, kneeling down beside her. "It's not that I don't like you like that. At all. God, if only you knew. It's just..." He trailed off, unsure of how to continue.
He stood there for a long time, trying to figure out what to do. Finally, he turned and left, cursing himself as he asked through the door. Stay. Stay. Tell her. Did you see the way she looked at me? She likes you, you dumbass. Stay. No. She's upset. I need to give her space.
She's watched the door for a moment, then crawled back to the blanket, wrapping it around as she sighed, shuddering slightly.
Jack leaned against the door, his head tilting back to look at the sky. He sighed, before going off to find some painkillers.
Avice ducked under the blanket, seeing only darkness. She felt safe here, and free from judgement. She eventually fell back asleep, her mind troubled.
