[She doesn't know how to explain it. There's just a kind of certainty that accompanies this affection she has for him — that she doesn't deserve to feel it so strongly. Her eyebrows furrow slightly as she considers the question and tries to dig words out of the confusion.]
...I don't know, [she says eventually, very helpfully. She gets the sense that there's normally something she does to help her try to answer these difficult questions, but she can't put her finger on what.] I guess you can like someone too much if you're not supposed to like them?
[Is that what it is? That doesn't feel right but it doesn't feel wrong either.]
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...I don't know, [she says eventually, very helpfully. She gets the sense that there's normally something she does to help her try to answer these difficult questions, but she can't put her finger on what.] I guess you can like someone too much if you're not supposed to like them?
[Is that what it is? That doesn't feel right but it doesn't feel wrong either.]