Soul glared at Crona. "Maka needed you! Why would you just leave like that?!" He demanded, once he had finished explaining things.
Crona looked down at his feet. "I left because I thought she didn't need me. That she would be better off without me around."
"Why would you say that?!" Soul questioned incredulously.
"No one ever wants me around. They act like they do, but they don't..."
Just then a book hit Crona squarely in the forehead.
Soul whipped around to see Maka standing up, glaring at Crona. He watched in shock as she stormed up to him and took hold of his upper arms.
She gave him a piercing glare that said, "Don't ever say things like that!"
Crona looked down again.
Maka pulled him into a hug.
"I-I missed you, to Maka..." Crona said, hugging her back.
Maka pulled back, smiling at him before sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Crona took up the courage to sit down next to her. "S-So Soul told me that y-you couldn't t-talk."
Maka nodded.
"W-Will you try to t-talk to m-me?" asked Crona.
Maka looked a little bit unsure of herself, but nodded anyways.
Crona smiled a little. "G-Good."