Mary looked up at him, trying as hard as she could not to cry. Because it was stupid. She knew she was stupid. And that wasn't something she ever said about herself, but about this she was. Because she would do anything he asked if he'd just ... try. But that might not work for either of them. She knew that. He wasn't that boy and that was part of what she liked about him as illogical as that was.
"I don't either." The absurdity of it made her smile. "I wish you did."