Anastasia couldn't even process the words. They went in one ear and not quite out the other, but mish mashed in her head so much that it turned into what he hadn't said at all. "We were both being silly," she repeated, because of all the things in her head that was the conclusion she'd come to. "And I know you still care about me." She leaned in and squeezed him again, resting her head on his shoulder briefly before stepping back. "I still care about you too, boo boo day. Always care about you."