[ Her heart stutters again. Perhaps at the lip brush, perhaps at his words that she wants to be sincere and true. She pushes past the yearning hope to try and level set her own expectations and what he says he wants. ]

But I puked on you last night.

[ Even that sounds like a weak excuse to her own ears. She isn't even sure that she'd be so forgiving if the positions were swapped. Or rather, she isn't certain that she wouldn't be grossed out. There's the strongest urge to press her head into his chest - partly so she doesn't have to see him but also for the comfort it provides.

But because she's being held there by his gentle hand all she can do is sigh and close her eyes. ]

I don't want you saying something you don't mean. And you shouldn't be wasting your energy on me. [ Her hand snakes up between them, brushing lightly against the earring before gently cupping his face. ] You should focus on someone else.