Penny was sure her face betrayed just how bashful she was feeling at his comments. She tucked back a strand of her hair with her non-popcorn buttery hand, her usual sign that she was embarrassed or wasn't sure exactly how to take something that was being said to her. "Sully," she began slowly, "do you know why I like you? Do you even have the slightest clue?" She glanced up at him through her bangs, though her raised eyebrow was clearly visible. Sitting up, she shifted her leg so that she was partly facing him, her other leg dangling off the side of the couch.
"I like you because you aren't like them. You're not immature or stupid or petty. You're classy. You're smart. You're a good person. You're the type of person I can see sticking around for the long haul and not just some fleeting moment. I don't want them. I don't want any of them. I want you. I want to be with you.... no matter how bad your articles suck sometimes." And that last bit was said with a twinge of sarcasm, a shadow of a smirk. His articles weren't bad at all. "I'm not running away, Sebastian. I'm here. And for you? Hell, I will always be here."