"Right. Sure." The dismissal cemented that it had indeed been awkward for her and that she needed some space from me to be able to fully process it. I bounced to my feet--knocking several of the plushies onto the floor in the process--and quickly made my way over to the door. Even in the pitch-black room, it was easy to make out, thanks to the light from the hallway filtering through the edges of the frame.
Pulling the door open, I turned back to look at my sister. Her eyes were on me, her cheeks painted in red with her mouth slightly open. There was absolutely no trace of disgust in her expression--if anything, the way she was looking at me caused my heart to beat slightly faster. Both of her hands were hidden in her lap thanks to all of the pillows. She gave me a soft smile, and in that
