"You're rushing me. You're asking- No. You're demanding I trust you. You're demanding I trust you with my life, with my sanity. And you suck at convincing me I'm safe." She reared back. "We're supposed to talk. We barely know each other. You spring this on me, and we barely know each other. Torment. You want to torment me. I don't know what that means! Maybe you really meant tease me, but I don't know that. Maybe you really meant torment." "Oh god," she said. "We're supposed to talk!" I yelled, falling out of control. "You're supposed to know me better. You're supposed to know what I like and what I don't. Oh god!" I turned sideways on the sofa and drew my legs to my chest, wrapping my arms around them and rocking back and forth a little. I began to keen in my throat. It was a miracle I wasn't running from the house. I'm not sure why I wasn't. Instead I sat on the couch, curled into a ball, trying to make myself look small.
