compares the conversation to that of talking with a child, one who needs to be guided in the right direction before making a bad decision. " think he's just more blunt. and maybe has a few more brain cells. " thumb and index finger pinch together at the latter, lips pursing, bracing for another exaggerated eye roll. " other than that, i don't see many differences. " and it's her honest truth. ironically, lying to his face isn't her strong suit, but when the shoe is on the other foot, he clearly doesn't hesitate. then he's talking about filling a void, hyperaware of the implication and something foreign stirs within her stomach. " that's not normal, xav. " reprimands with a smack to his shoulder, refusing to acknowledge that she's the person he's hinting at. because it almost feels worse. " you need to go to therapy. unpack why you act out in these ways. " expels a sigh, wearing the role of mother like a merit badge, always first to offer advice to their group of unhinged friends. doesn't mean it doesn't get exhausting. especially when he attacks her own dating choices, sending him a scowl to refrain from another hit β one that contains actual force. " well, it's not my fault. the dating pool in this city is garbage. i'm dealing with toxic musicians, self-obsessed actors, and athletes who have a nasty case of wandering eye syndrome. "