"I love you different than everyone else."

Momo laughed silently.  

"It's hard for me to say this out loud," Sana complained. 

Whenever Momo felt awkward, she would retreat into herself, but Sana had to chatter through the awkwardness.  Momo knew this, and let her explain her way through until she got to the point.

"It's just that... you know me so well but also, we have different things in common and you know friendship isn't just about having things in common but like... I've seen you when you were just a kid, and still didn't have a figure, and still barely spoke Korean.  I feel like I know a whole different part of you that nobody else did because they just weren't there.  So it's different, it'll always be different."

Momo nodded, turned her head so she could poke Sana's cheek with her nose.  (It didn't reach, it was too short.)  "I know," she mumbled.

Sana elbowed her.  "Why don't you say it back then?  You're just gonna leave me hanging?"

"I didn't make you say it, you said it because you wanted to."

Sana rolled over suddenly, throwing her leg over Momo's waist and burrowing into her neck.  Momo felt her nose rub against her skin and she squirmed slightly.  "That's right," Sana said, "I wanted you to know.  I love you.  So much.  And not like anybody else."

Momo's grip around Sana's back tightened.

"I know."  After a long silence.  "Me too."