And you're just standing there like an idiot, staring up into that soft face and those sharp eyes – staring up into so much blue, like a perfect sort of sky that makes you think of sun and wind and summers on the farm – and you think, "why me?"
You're just a clusterfuck of gangly limbs and shitty people skills and all those ghosts you drag behind you. You're a mess, but you don't see that at all reflected in the way she looks at you.
It takes a few seconds to realize she's waiting for something - for you.
Your throat is dry and you hear yourself croak out something about just being friends. Because an alien invasion that threatens to destroy all life in the galaxy you can handle, but this? You never trained for this.