If it was just taking an interest alone, that'd be one problem. One she could bury herself in books over, shyly broach the topic with others. That hands her a bundle of nerves that she has to untangle on her own. But the first part is still turning and turning over in her head.

Sitting up, she brings her knees closer, holding herself. When she speaks, it's softer, slowly opening her metaphorical hands to let Erin peer inside.

"It's not that. If it were just me, I'd be fine. It's more...how do I say what I feel in the right way? How do I indicate it without it being misinterpreted, or making things terribly uncomfortable or awkward? I don't want to presume anything, or misstep, and something goes completely awry? I want them to come out of the day still wanting my company, even if that means we just skip it altogether."

Helena hasn't said a name, but Erin is smart. Someone who listens, who was in the room very recently when Helena was recovering from electrocution. Who's definitely noticed that at least once, Helena's phone has murmured that there's a new message, and she chooses to take it out of her roommate's earshot. Little things that add up, because she's not as good at hiding when it comes to situations that aren't life or death.

And even in the midst of her fretting and fears, Helena's heart still squeezes in that particular way, that little jolt in the Glamor that's sincere.