Re: [Walking to the Dorm: Interlude]
"Wh—" She stopped. Everything he said was jerking her in one direction or another, and she hadn't the slightest clue what was happening. What he thought, or what he felt.
"I'm asking because we're team mates, and friends," she tried, "and you were the one who said you'd—you wanted to come home with me. Or do you not feel that way?" The emotional whiplash was upsetting her; she was surprised to find she was actually getting mildly angry. "I get it. If you just want a screw without any pretense of friendliness or anything else, you should just have said so."