"I'm not hungry," Kim announced, feeling like a petulant teenager. Had she really sunk to that? There had to be a better way to deal with this. She couldn't avoid Rafe forever, and she didn't want to. She was scared to face the alternative though. She wasn't sure she could deal with being full on rejected by him. Having him walk away was bad enough, she'd never felt her heart sink like that. She'd always thought, sort of abstractly, that Rafe was a great guy. A great friend. The greatest. But it had hit her all at once how much she wanted more than that. The chance of losing that was terrifying. Of course, the thought that it might somehow, some way, by some one in a million chance, work out - that was scary too.
She sighed. "You don't have to be sorry. I'm not pissed off." She wasn't mad at him. She was just... damnit, why did he have to be so confusing? She flung open the door, not exactly looking like a woman who wasn't pissed off. She looked up at him, standing in that fierce, determined posture that usually meant somewhere a Geth was about to be reduced to spare parts. Her voice was quiet but full of accusation. "You," she poked one finger into his chest. "You kissed me back."