Yeah, somehow I find myself hoping for the same thing, for your sake. [Fingers laced together is only the first step; at that squeeze, Mae takes a leap of faith and assumes her friend needs affection right now, so she pushes herself up on the bed until her back rests against the wall, and pulls Clary closer, to cuddle if she wants to.]

So...[That tone in her voice speaks volumes of how she's going to try and deflect the situation with some humour.] If I ever tell you that I think of you as the sister I've never had, will that lead to kissing?