Prism's still staring at the sky, her mind elsewhere. "Therapist, p-psychiatrist, something like that... D-dunno, need to talk to some professional, c-can probably get it provided through the school s-so I don't need to worry about it depleting my f-funds too harshly..." Her voice is still shaky, ponderous, and upon recieving no reply from Jocelyn, glances her way.
There's a few moments as she takes in Jocelyn's red face and gaping mouth. Blinking once, twice - before her own blush picks up, expression partly shy and partly bewildered. "I - uh, sorry? Was it the kiss? It w-was like - a thank you, f-felt appropriate, y'know? I didn't mean to - I'm n-not in the right mind right now, I'm sorry, I - Ah, fuckit. I'm too t-tired for this." She finishes weakly, offering little in place of explanation, facepalming with her one free hand - just, just why had she done that? It had felt easy, natural, right-
You know exactly why you did that, Prism.
Shuttup brain.