*This is proving to be a difficult conversation to have while so close to him. She pulls her arm away from him, and shuffles back so that there's some space between them in the bed. She feels like an idiot, and she rolls onto her back so that she can stare at the ceiling and avoid looking at him at all*

Because. Because I really like you, and I thought that maybe... Maybe there was the tiniest chance that I could get you to like me too.

*She closes her eyes tight shut, painfully aware of how stupid she sounds. She wishes that maybe she had just lied, said it was because she was drunk, but she doesn't want him to like her any less that he probably already does*