"I..." Harold murmured, still looking at her where she was, laying on the sofa, "I never really... thought about it. I mean you're..." No. He hadn't really thought about it. He'd appreciated her company though, and her honesty. He'd enjoyed her teasing (though he'd never admit it) and..something about her. He'd given her gifts and offers he wouldn't make other people. Why would he do that?
"But I thought you and boys were-" He started, but stopped. He wasn't answering her question. Finally, after shuffling his feet for a minute and looking anywhere but her he added in a small voice, "Yeah. I kinda do."