"Not a lot of sense," Rosie admits with a soft smile; one that goes briefly distracted, her focus catching on the way Sabrina says nothing like this and the sense of emphasis there, some meaning she can't quite parse but she knows almost by instinct that she likes. "But it doesn't...I think I know what you mean anyway."

She might have said more, given her additional reassurances that her Greendale friends knew as well as Rosie did how meaningful they were to her. But then Sabrina gasps like that--a soft, quick noise that manages to send all the words flying out of her head--and Rosie simply looks back at her, at the flush pink of her cheeks and the bright spark in her eyes. She feels another twist in her stomach, not at all as unpleasant as the last; if she thinks at all about another charged moment from the other day, her hands held tight in Nick's, it's almost subconscious.

Like that moment, like the faint dip of her head in a nod as Sabrina says our Rosie--again, that sense of emphasis--whatever passes between them is there and gone by the time Sabrina presses close once more. Or if not gone completely, just...altered. Rosie doesn't say anything, just adjusts the loop of her arms around the other girl, keeping her close.