[ oh.

she watches him for a moment before she shifts a bit, to slide underneath the comforter too. and she returns to rolling on her side to look at him, offering a warm smile. ]

I haven't either.

[ for a lot of reasons. surviving took up most of her energy. and even if it didn't, who would want to date someone who worked where she did? used and damaged goods that people throw away when they're done with them. which is something she's tried to put in perspective, lately. that she isn't used or damaged, so on and so forth. but she didn't exactly feel she was prime dating material, at the time. and still doesn't, to a certain extent.

but her tone shifts from warm to somewhat dry: ]

I didn't think any boy would want to stick around after meeting Heleen, anyway.

[ talk about introducing your significant other to the nightmare that is your "parent." ugh. though her actual parents would like kaz, she thinks to herself. he's smart, and handsome, and cares deeply about her. -- doesn't he?

she squashes that line of thought immediately, and a laugh escapes as she makes herself comfortable in the pillow. ]

You did, though. Stick around.

[ lucky her. ]