"You are," Much said insistently, stepping a little closer to her. "And I do like her," he tried to explain, but his words felt dangerous, like they'd turn on him. "But not the way I like you. I like her in the way that I want to look out for her, make sure she's okay, you know? She went through hell with the Sheriff because she tried to help us, so I've got mad respect for her, but you're the one I want to be with."