She didn't know what to do next, it wasn't like she did this often, or ever really. She'd never, ever actually confessed feelings for anyone, and she certainly hadn't been held like this when she'd had feelings for someone. This was special, even if he didn't know what he was feeling, she didn't care, he hadn't pushed her away and that was what really mattered. He was making this better than she would have thought it was going to go. "Sorry for what?" she asked him, turning around to look him in the eye. He didn't have anything to be sorry for, not from her perspective.