"Shhh." She hand waves his noble words (though she'd actually appreciate them if she were sober) pushing him inside the closet before he might change his mind. No one is around to hoot at them or close the janky old door, so she does it herself and twirls on he heels to face Oz again, inching closer and closer until they're pressed up against each other.

"Do you really like me, Oz?"