"It's only because you've been pushing me into these situations with your impossible behavior," Dia mutters. There's little bite to it. Her hand is loose in Mari's, neither rejecting nor reciprocating at first -- though her fingers do, after a beat, curl back against hers just barely.

"--And I don't consider this conversation over, either! I still... want to talk to you more." Her eyes dart away again. "Not at school. Just the two of us."