She turns away from him when he asks that, biting her lip harshly so that she doesn't say something stupid. Those boys could never be like that -- you're the one who's antisocial -- how are you ever going to make friends if you never talk? -- don't try to blame your own problems on them. "... Yeah." Her voice is a little raspy as she speaks, thanks to the big lump in her throat. She swallows, looks back up to him... and nods.

"Yeah. Something... something like that." Her voice breaks a little on the last word, and she glances away again - this time, just for a moment. "Sorry."