There was so much about this situation that Sasha was going to over analyze later. How kind he was being, and how thoughtful. How gentlemanly. How he seemed to have zero expectations of her or that night. She likely wouldn't ever tell him how she felt about these things, but that wouldn't stop her from feeling them once she was sober and had the ability to look back.
In the moment, however, she didn't really appreciate his respectful distance. Not that she'd have reacted well if he had taken advantage of her, so there really wasn't much he could do to win. Sasha frowned into the glass that reappeared in her hands and looked back up at Nikolai.
"Why are you so far away?" she asked, clearly confused. They were friends, right? Friends sat together on couches. Pretty friends sometimes cuddled. That was a thing, wasn't it? Sasha wouldn't really know. She'd had so few real friends in her life, and almost none since she'd moved out of the country, that she couldn't quite remember what it was like to have them. But she did remember having friends at boarding school, and there had been hugs, she was sure of it. Granted, most of those friends had been other girls, but that was beside the point. "You should sit here." She indicated the empty couch cushion on her other side.