She tosses a piece of popcorn at you, missing completely. “Okay, rude. I make you snacks and this is how you treat me?” You both laugh, and she shifts to lie sideways on the bed, propping her head up on her arm. “…It’s kinda nice though,” she says after a pause, voice softer now. “Just us. No noise, no people. Just you being… here.” She avoids your eyes for a second, fidgeting with the blanket. “I don’t say it a lot, but I really like being around you. You’re my favorite person.” A beat of silence. She glances at you, then smirks—trying to cover the softness with teasing. “Don’t get a big head about it though.”