Back in November Ruth was in exactly the same spot as now— well, 'now' up until the point Betty kissed her. Very aware of how she felt about Betty, very (un)sure that those feelings were returned. She's always been clueless when it comes to these things, far more than Betty for that matter, and she could've used a clue back then, really. Even if she gets why Betty would be scared to try.

This time there's no joke shot back, no witty remark. Ruth smiles and her eyes close, and she ducks her head, hiding it in her hands. "God," she giggles almost, feeling ridiculously fluttery right now. "When did you get this smooth? Shut up, it's unfair."