That step back made it obvious to Rey that her slip hadn't gone unnoticed, and she closed her eyes, silently berating herself. Lovely. Perfect. She'd finally found someone who could understand and explain the Force and what it meant for her, and she had to go and turn an innocent friendship into something resembling a childish crush. He was probably worried about making her burst into tears or do something else equally immature if he turned her down point blank, which meant that she should probably address this sooner rather than later.

... though later did have a nicer ring to it.

"I'm not going to get any rest and you're not going to get in my way, especially not when this is your home. I'm sorry. I'm a little... out of sorts this morning. It doesn't mean I value your companionship any less. But if you'd rather be on your own, I'll of course respect your wishes."

This was sounding far too formal, contrary to the comfortable way they'd talked the day before. She missed the casualness of it all, but maybe this would help put some distance between them and sharpen those blurry lines in between what they were supposed to be to one another versus... whatever it was that Rey seemed to want them to be.