"You know what, Aeryn?" John asks, getting up from the bed. "You're gonna have to give me some damn leeway, okay. You are like no one else I've ever known and, half the time, I can't figure out what to do. And when I do figure it out? I'm usually wrong. I reacted badly. Admitted. Guilty. I apologized and now? I'm trying. I'm trying really hard to just be your friend or your acquaintance so I don't make you uncomfortable."