"I've never been good at this. I don't /do/ relationships. But I... I want to try with you." She was messing with him, of course, and could barely contain her cackling.
“What kind of relationship are we talking here? I’m not interesting in anything permanent or too committing.”
“Uh, are you okay?”
He lets go. “That’s my exact question for you.”
"What do do you...?" Milky said. "What's-- What are you saying?"
She was confused, and a bit guilty, but growing rather miffed.













