"It's not a dick move if it doesn't mean anything to you. It doesn't mean anything to anyone else. I bet Cece doesn't give a shit if you kissed me every day before and every day after. It only matters to me because I'm being overly sensitive." Lenore didn't care, at this point she honestly felt like she was wrong in her own emotions, that she always would be. Every time she felt something it blew up in her face. So it was high time to just stop feeling things, or at least stop showing those feelings to other people.
She laughed at his complimenting of himself and shook her head. "Yes, you are completely unavoidable and I would hate to deny myself your very attractive presence at every turn so if you fuck up, I'll be sure to tell you." She wouldn't, though. He would have to do something really really bad for her to say anything at all. She was starting to double-check and question everything she felt, so chances are she wouldn't tell him right away if he did do something wrong. She wouldn't want to be oversensitive again and fuck this friendship up, too. Because she would. Part of her still believed it was her overemotional reaction to his miscommunicated concern that brought on their break up in the first place, even though he said it hadn't.
She rose a brow when he said he wouldn't stop her then went on to say a bunch of complicated round-about shit. "Not at all." She said, looking up at him with that wtf face she wore so often around him. "But yes, I want to get to know you better and no. You will not be able to stop me." She smirked and then closed her eyes, sighing. She laid there, comfortably, wondering what the upcoming days had in store for her. But if she thought about it, then she was being too herself. Not following the fuck it and live one day at a time rules that this place had so ingrained in their students.
"Do you want to get to know me?" She asked. He really didn't know much about her, either. Just her feelings on sex and relationships.