He answered with a questionable no, but she hadn't been expecting a real answer anyway. She felt deflated, and sat on the bed. More like, also flopped down and stretched, her head on the pillow and staring at the ceiling again. Something up there had to have an answer, damnit.
Alec went on to explain how his life had been. Of course, it was worse than hers. Lenore was staring to feel more guilty about her own emotions by the day. Everyone's lives were so fucked up and here she was, with parents who wanted to fix what they had broken, and a school full of people who probably did care, in their own fucked up way. And she was still frustrated and angry by everything. She felt like crying, but did all she could not to. She didn't even know what to say. It didn't change her mind about how she felt, but just added to the stirring sensation of guilt and hopelessness that had been starting to grow inside of her.
"It's not the same, Alec. We don't have a relationship, we have a friendship. It's not the same thing. I'm glad for the friendship, though, don't get me wrong." She added, still staring at the ceiling and refusing to look at him or acknowledge the tears in her eyes. "But I do give up. It's not what you're saying, but it's what's happening. I want the whole package. I want the friendship and I want the intimacy, but I don't want to share that intimacy with the whole school." She said quietly, sadly. She wasn't even talking just about sex when she said intimacy, either. She meant all the kinds of small, close things you did or said to a significant other that you didn't with friends.
"So, you know. Feel free to do whatever you want. I won't... get mad or ignore you for it." She would at least try very hard not to.