Given that Kimberly could tell that Connor was trying to be modest and, maybe, let her keep the sliver of dignity her final tears were threatening to strip away from her, she didn't fight him. There hadn't ever been a gift better than this one. It had easily knocked the car she'd gotten for her eighteenth birthday — and promptly totalled later that month — out of the top spot. Nothing could compare to having that wavering lifeline to the life she used to have.
Nodding, Kimberly smiled again. "You're the best, Connor," she insisted and laughed when he scolded her for trying to apologize for the game. Her smile widened and her cheeks pinkened as she felt her ears getting hot as they, too, colored. "Yeah...that's what I was kind of going for, anyway," she replied fondly.
It didn't go unnoticed the way that Connor had stayed put and it made Kimberly feel a lot more like she hadn't fucked things up by jumping the gun. In fact, when he started to play with her hair, she smiled slightly; that was endearing. When his eyes met hers, she held the gaze, her smile fading into a contemplative sort of expression. "Like what?" she asked in a low, quiet voice, locking her eyes back on his after they'd meandered briefly down to his lips.