As he went on to explain his lack of… a heart, Phoebe tilted her head to the side, the confusion clear in her expression as she tried to wrap her head around that. “Everyone has a heart,” she hesitantly explained. “Or… I think so? I’m pretty sure they taught me in health that everyone has to have one to be, ya know, alive.” Phoebe shuffled around. As much as she kept herself away from love, that didn’t mean that she didn’t adore it as a concept. Phoebe loved watching movies - seeing people fall in love with one another, and for some reason, the fact that Evan hadn’t felt that didn’t sit well with her. It could very well be something similar to her own case - fell in love, it all went wrong, and he closed himself off, but the way he spoke, that didn’t seem the case. “So, you’ve never been in love with someone before?” She questioned him as she brushed over his nose. “Your nose is way pointier than I thought,” she muttered off-handedly, before moving on. “You’ve never felt butterflies, or - that annoying, but still nice pain in your chest whenever you’re with a person? It can be fun.” Still, Phoebe didn’t have much room to judge him for not wanting to feel that way. So, she tried to shift into the net topic. “We’re very compatible. We’d make amazing best friends, but first we have to work through the awkward just friends stage. Or we could rush into best friends. I don’t mind,” she said, flashing a smile before switching to concealer. When he winked, Phoebe let a laugh slip from between her lips, narrowing her gaze up at him. “Do you want me to discipline you? If you’re into whips, I have some at my apartment.” She did her best to keep a straight face, glancing down and focusing on his upper lip as she started to work the concealer in. “I can do that. You have to come up with a supper inappropriate and punny last name, though.”
