[ There is a question asked, and an answer she does not know. Behind his neck, her fingers curl as her eyes drop to the couch to the side of him. What care did she want? ]

I'm not sure.

[ Is the truthful answer, the resounding, soft sound. ]

I don't know what I want. I just want... more.

[ Here, her eyes would raise, blue-violet against an oceanic blue-green. She keeps her gaze there as she wonders, as she replies. ]

I want us to be more. I want you. But it's hard, I think. When I'm so unsure on how you feel toward me.