[b]Frisky put her arms around Leif, and squeezed her tight. Her smile got wider and squintier, as if she was happy Leif had said this. She couldn't say she was quite in love with Leif as Leif was to her, but she did like her. A lot. A lot a lot. Her eyes had been opened in the few days she was sober, and she'd rethought her relationships with people. And, well, the only person who'd ever really been nice to her in any real form, was Leif. She took a deep breath, then spoke.[/b] "I-I like you, Leif. A lot. I can't tell exactly if it's love, but I really like you..."