[She returned his smile then, her hand that was on his arm sneaking down to steal his hand away. In that moment he stutter stopped himself, she had nicked enough time to put herself in order. They would survive this, as friends.]
Probably a good thing we're best friends then, right? After all, we would be rather sorry sights of ones if we didn't.
[If she had any notion that his 'l' word had been anywhere near hiding her own, perhaps she would not be so blaise about it, but she didn't. Whether it was on purpose or true ignorance was unclear.]