[ The way Weiss thinks is immature, if anything else. It's like a kid playing with a toy, only for it to be taken away from her, and she can't hate the person who takes it away. Instead, she hates the toy instead, pushing it away and saying she doesn't like it anymore.

Her hands are still on her lap, but they grip onto the edge of her dress, looking for something to do. She can't keep looking at Steven, either, eyes filled with shame and sadness. And for a moment, it seems like she's going to cry, but she doesn't. Instead, she shakes her head, waking herself up from this spell of weakness. She's not supposed to let go like this. Not to anyone, especially not in public. ]

I liked it? I mean— I think Yang is... She's really great. She's such a good big sister, and she cares so much for her friends. I'm not worried that things could get weird between us if... her kissing me actually meant nothing to her. I think our bond is stronger than that.

But... [ She sighs, resigning herself to the main problem here. ] I just don't want her to leave.