She felt microscopic at that comment, guilt gnawing away at her. "It won't."
For a moment, she rested her forehead against the heels of her hands, trying to stomp down the rising panic. The longer she put it off, the worse it would be. She was in it deep, but not quite as deep as she could be just yet either. And if she waited too long, and if her fears were right and it was a dealbreaker, he might not even want to continue on as friends.
"Tonight," she said, her tone flat, swallowing hard as she lowered her hands, not looking at him. "After we get home. Later."