Malia's post had made everything more than a little bit awkward. Sex was on everyone's mind now, and Marina wasn't anywhere near ready for that. She'd only had one kiss in her life and that was so sad and heartbreaking she didn't want to remember it right now.
But Eight was dead, now, and he wasn't coming back. And she had almost two hundred years of life ahead of her, and she didn't want to be alone forever. No matter how cold and sad she felt inside.
"Yeah..." She said softly. "I'm glad you came over. I - " She stopped and hugged herself. "I'm not very good at this," she admitted.