[Don't think she didn't hear that.]

[She bites on her bottom lip.]

I don't think I can leave here. It is my building, after all. And I should be here in case something happens. And I--

[...]

Normally, I wouldn't have anything against that. But you?

I don't know if I could be around you that much without... being an idiot. I mean, without... doing idiot things. Err. What I mean is...

What I mean is. I don't think I could live, and sleep, and breathe in the same place as you all the time without losing track of my um. Common sense. It happens enough as it is, with you.

And it's only getting worse.