"Agree to disagree?"

"Only until I collect more evidence."

"I'm not sure how much evidence you can collect about whether people thought I was cute in the past. Unless you are seriously misusing a time machine."

"Oh, no, I'm going to find more people who think you're cute now, until you admit that it's statistically improbable for you to have never run into any such people before you met me. Unless you've known, like, three people over the course of your life, in which case I guess it's plausible that none of them happened to realize you were adorable."

"Maybe you just bring out my cute side! You don't know."

"This is possible. Lots of different axes of cute, there, though. Very multifaceted adorability."

- wow is this actually a conversation she's having. She should possibly stop having this conversation before she says something that's going to make her want to sink into the earth for twelve hundred years.

"...I feel safe around you."

Oh.

"I'm glad. I - feel safe around you, too. I guess. Weirdly. Given all of the everything."

"I'm glad! I would never want to hurt you."

She's just gonna not think about this. Yes. That's a great solution.

"OK. I'm glad. I'll - see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow!"

Aaaaaa panic attack.

She returns to her room to have - NOT a panic attack, she doesn't have panic attacks, she just ruminates endlessly on any and all positive things that happen to her and figures out why they are secretly portents of doom.

He's cute. The hypothetical world where they get married seems slightly less ridiculous today. Only very slightly, since she's pretty sure he wouldn't want to do that anyway, he clearly just needs a friend who can hug him and play D&D and is sorely mistaken about how hard such people are to find, but - he's cute, and he's nice, and if he needs a friend then maybe she can be his friend, and maybe she isn't going to get kicked out in two months.

She wakes up at a normal time and eats a normal breakfast like a normal person.