"Oh. ... Well now I'm less confused about him suddenly leaving, then. He left because he realized that we had a relationship thing to talk about, and I would feel really really awkward trying to have one in front of him."

"...it's not going to be much of a conversation if all I can say is 'I felt weird when you moved away but I don't really know what I was feeling or why'."

"Well. Fuck. I will need to have a talk with my brother about overreactions later."

He laughs.

She snorts, too.

"Well. Want to try and talk it out, even if my brother fled so efficiently he interrupted the very emotion that incited him?"

"I'd have no idea where to even start!"

"All right. Uh. Well I scooted away because I felt weird, we can start there and work our way forward and try and piece together the mystery of my brother bolting like his life depended on it?"

"Okay..."

"Um. I don't feel that you did anything wrong or anything, I just... Knowing myself, I knew that if I kept being lovey at you it would probably escalate to a point that I would be really uncomfortable about my brother being in the room? I don't like other people being all.. public display of affectiony around me, I don't want to do it to them. Even if I love you and hugs and hairpets are great."

"...I don't want to... not be able to touch you when I'm happy like that."

... Head tilt?

(... Yeah she's seeing why her brother fled with maximum efficiency.)

Words??? No.

Well, she figures out her words, after a thoughtful pause.

"Well, all right," she says, snuggling him. "But I assume you also don't want to touch me when it would make me uncomfortable?"

Wince. Pensive snuggle.