"Well, I'm glad you got your answer..." Luna began speaking as her expression turned from concerned to hurt, "But how is it a bad thing that you have a crush on me?" she didn't say another word and continued cleaning up the tea. Once she had finished, she threw the paper towels in the garbage. She washed her hands in the sink, letting the hot soapy water cleanse her hands of any stick remnants of the drink.<br/><br/>Once she had finished that, she simply walked back into the living room and sat on the couch. The air seemed to be quite awkward, but for Luna, she felt hurt that it was unfortunate that he had feelings for her. Was she not good enough for him? Is it because she was so prone to near death experiences and that he always had to save her? Other negative thoughts racked her brain as she simply placed her hands on her lap and looked down at the floor.