Once again there was silence, but Rachel turned around, and looked at L. God, he looked like shit, and she wanted to tell him to take a damn nap. Except, he had asked her what she wanted, and she now had to answer the question.
"I want a companion," she started, "I'm not supposed to want one; I didn't want one back in my world, but this is a different world, and I don't want it to be the same. You talk about how you're not supposed to have feelings? I told myself that I wasn't going to have feelings for anyone."
Rachel stepped inside the door, and sat down on the floor. "I knew I had feelings for you a little while back, but I hid them, because I'm good at doing that," she explained softly.
"I don't want to leave. I don't want this to be goodbye. You're the first, and only person I've opened up to. I don't know why. Maybe it's because you're really not like other guys. If I was with anyone else, I'd have to hear, 'Rachel, when are we going to have sex? Rachel, why are you such a frigid bitch? Rachel, are you gay? Rachel, are you human?' on and on forever."
She looked up, and smiled at him. "With you, I see a guy that would respect that. I also see a guy that looks like complete shit, and should sleep, or something."