"Oh." Being proven right was usually nice but sometimes she would much rather have been wrong. Kami quickly untangled herself and scooted across the couch to reach for Linnaea's hands. "Oh, sweetie, no," she murmured. "Don't. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get all philosophical about dumb boys." When the other woman's hands didn't seem enough, Kami moved to kneeling and leaned over the Linnaea's bent legs to wrap her arms loosely around her shoulders. She pressed her forehead to Linnaea's and sighed. "What a jerk," she whispered. "If he didn't want you, then he's worse than a jerk. He's a... He's a paramecium!"