Tuni felt a bit of relief when he squeezed her hand and echoed her sentiments of being a friend. That was something at least. They could have that if nothing else despite how much she longed for there to be something else. But when he told her she had nothing to be scared of, it didn't exactly reassure her. She had everything to be scared of in that moment. It could probably make or break them. But, she was determined to fight for what she wanted. She'd been doing so subtly for a couple years now and after the letters with February, she was finally feeling like she had the courage to do so.

"I.. I don't want to pressure you," she started, focusing on what needed to be said no matter how it might end up, "I know it's been mentioned briefly in our letters.. But..I really do like you Rufus. I enjoy your company and when I'm with you I just feel..comfortable." That probably wasn't the best way of putting it but she didn't really quite know how else to say it. "Safe even," she added, she stepped closer to him then. With their hands still entwined and her now standing in front of him so close, it felt far too intimate. So much so that it made her stomach do little flips and feel as if butterflies were flying in chaos within her but she needed to be close enough so that she could see him better.

Smiling up at him, she took in a deep breath. "And I think," she paused, this was the scariest part, "I think we could make it work. I think if I get a job at the museum it would be ok." She actually was quite sure it would be ok but she didn't know how he'd take to the fact that she'd been thinking of such things.

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