"It's not silly," Much insisted, with a sudden rush of feeling against the idea, and closed his fingers around her hand. "Friends are important— friends are the most important. Like— you barely knew us when you made Marian that magic, you're um— you're really special, and generous and kind, too, you're so kind, too. I don't wanna go do anything that messes things up either, I just— just found I really liked kissing you," he admitted, thinking— bloody hell, was he going red as well? Blushing was catching, now? Much stood by what he'd said though. Or not stood: he sat by what he said, close to her, his hand still in hers. Kissing her had been nice... and he didn't want to mess anything up.