Pushing her hair back into place after the twirling, she laced her fingers together and ignored the way she felt a little bit like a puddle. It had never been this bad, and now she was pretty sure that it would never happen, due to the whole Mao thing. She wanted to help Luke but she didn't know how much she could actually see. She could support him in whatever way he needed, but there had to be a line.
There had always been a line for them. It was what meant they were still friends.
She glanced down the hallway before she followed Luke down the stairs, "Pancakes sound great," she said honestly, one hand on the bannister. "And totally fair. I approve."