He shrugged when she returned, looking off to the side. "I... Jesus, Dana, I don't know." He didn't know how to start off the talk any more than he did the last time she was here.

"You've never really-- said how you felt about it, you know? I don't know if you want to do it again or if you regret it... And if you don't regret it, I don't know what that'll mean." He forced himself to look back at her. "I mean, I still think about what we did all the time and I know it's wrong and sick, but I still enjoyed it, still--"

Well, he was still fighting the urge even now, but he couldn't bring himself to say that yet. "I just want to know if we're cool or whatever."