[A hint of distance enters her gaze at that response. Always pushing away. "It's nothing." "It's fine." "It doesn't matter." "Who even wants you around here anyway?" It was just pure stubbornness, she supposed, that she ignored it and stayed by his side—for his own good, really, and because she liked being around him. Even if he didn't like her being there, she wanted to stay.]
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It's not fine. Don't say things you don't mean.
[Kindly, even though she's being serious.]