She responded to him by hugging the pillow she had taken with her tightly. It was a sticky situation, really. Especially for him. Of course she was happy that he'd gone after her- any girl would. But she was also pissy that she'd have to put up with him. Typical girl.
"No, Seamus. You don't even know. You just- I don't want to talk about it. You wouldn't understand." She could have gone out into a full Shakespearean monologue about how nobody would understand, and about how even though they were dating, she was likely doomed to be alone forever. It couldn't even be an out of sight, out of mind situation. They would always be there, and no amount of charms and cosmetics could hide them for when it really mattered.
She was going to die a half virgin. That was the end of it.
Pulling herself up into a sitting position, she lightly pat the bed next to her, and then the pillow. "I'm not tired." She honestly wasn't. "You can sleep." Her words weren't enthused. She felt drained, but she wasn't tired. She hardly was now-a-days. And after this whole situation? She had tons of thinking to do. Lonely thinking.