[She almost wants to cry. On some level, she knows it's not her fault, that she didn't really have any control over the dream. But it was still eating at her, and Shuichi being so understanding is, well...
She can't quite bring herself to kiss his lips yet, but she leans in and gently brushes her lips over his cheek.]
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[She almost wants to cry. On some level, she knows it's not her fault, that she didn't really have any control over the dream. But it was still eating at her, and Shuichi being so understanding is, well...
She can't quite bring herself to kiss his lips yet, but she leans in and gently brushes her lips over his cheek.]
I... no, I didn't.
[Her lips twist into a brief, resigned smile.]
We were classmates, but... that was it.