She could read his mind.
It doesn't hurt me.
She doesn't have to.
you want to feel how it feels?
"Yeah."
you want to know, know that it doesn't hurt me?
Am I really going to have to live the rest of my life afraid to touch you, for fear of us landing in bed together? Do we keep walking on eggshells until we get used to it, or--God forbid--learn to like it?
you want to hear about the deal I'm making
We're too young and we'll live too long for that to ever work. But I guess we're not going to break things now.
and if I only could make a deal with God...
She goes back to drinking like there's a better solution in the bottom of her glass.