[White returns the squeeze easily, pressing her lips tightly. That's not the problem, but she can't say what really is. Everything's riding on this. On her, maybe, keeping on her track.

But Leo's so... nice. And she's been able to make a lot of other friends here too. It's not Hellsalem's Lot, she can do a lot more here, but the circumstances haven't changed. She glances at her brother in quiet contemplation... though she already know what her answer will be, looking down at their feet.]

Nah. It'd be weird. And besides, I'm pretty happy as I am right now. [Pressing more against him, closing her eyes.] With you. I'm happy I can come home [because her home isn't in Hellsalem's Lot, it's not anywhere there, it's with Black] and you'll be there. That I can go across the city and still talk to you. It's what I missed the most those three years, Black, I know it's not an either or situation and I could have both, but...

[She tightens her grip, hoping this would satisfy.]

I wouldn't want you getting jealous.