[ oh, no, this is exactly what Santana was afraid would happen — she says something nice, and then Christine says something nice and gets all weird and weepy and honest. She can’t tell Christine to shut up though, since that would defeat the purpose of coming to her room at all. ]

I’m not that nice. So, uh, don’t worry about it.

[ it is kind of nice to hear that Christine cares about her too, though. Santana smiles, just a little. ]

Anyway. At least you weren’t cutting out pictures of, like, Jessie McCartney. [ that’s worse! ]