It's been a good, long while since Connie has had a proper bearhug; so if anything, she welcomes getting the air squeezed out of her lungs. She gives as good as she gets, at least—while Connie isn't nearly as strong as Akane, she's still a damn good hugger. Learned from the best, after all.

(It's also been a good, long while since a hug has felt this nice, but she's never going to dwell on that.)

"I... I feel the same way. About you, I mean. I just... gah." It's hard, learning how other people tick when you can't cheat your way through it with fusion, but... it's worth it, somehow. "I got so angry at myself for pushing you away that I cut down a bunch of trees." She sniffs. "We should probably go to the prom before somebody finds us and gets mad."