[ Ah. She'd queued up some words on her tongue but it's a little harder to make them come out with his hand in hers. She stares down at their joined hands for a moment too long and then realizes as she does so that she could sit here in silence forever and never just say it. So she pulls in a breath and makes herself look him in the face. ]

I like you as more than a friend.

[ It sort of – tumbles matter of factly out of her mouth, like she's telling him what the weather forecast is. ]

If you'd rather us just stay friends, then that's fine with me. I'm happy for us to stay that way, too. But... [ Ah. Now she's hesitating. There's no way to pretend she isn't going a little red in the face with how much it stands out on her pasty skin. ] If it's fine with you, then I'd like for us to be together as more than friends.