As they're crawling under a table, she manages to get a hold on the hood of his hoodie, letting her drag him backwards.

He yelps as she does it, and struggles half-heartedly but since he doesn't want to hurt her, there's not much he can do. Mostly, he just tries to keep squirming away from her grasp.

"I told you we don't have to do this right now!" But that's not it, that's not what's behind all this. He finally says what he's really feeling, blurting out, "I don't want to do this right now! It was bad enough thinking you were dead, and now we have to do the whole 'I just want to be friends' thing when I already know that's how it is, and I can totally deal with it and just be friends, and you don't even need to say it."

He stops struggling.

"I just don't want it to have to be a whole thing, and I don't want it to make our friendship all weird and awkward, especially when all I want to do right now is just hug you or something and be glad you're okay."

And especially when it doesn't have to be. He knows how to be a just-friends friend, he's a champ at it now.