Why wouldn't I give you friendship? You're sweet, and lots of fun to be around.

[ Aerith can hear the nervousness in her voice and she can certainly feel the way the blush on her face spreads down her neck - a sensation that intensifies after she's compared to a very pleasant dream.

The thought makes her shake her head, a quiet, shaky laugh escaping her, tripping over her own hesitation when it's the last thing she wants to do. ]

Maybe you're the really nice dream, ever think of that?