[And there they are, back at square one. He frowns, studying her face. Self-loathing doesn't look good on her. It looks about as good as the guilt churning in his gut feels, so — not at all.
What's he supposed to say to that? You're not a slut, it's okay, you didn't even do anything?]
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What's he supposed to say to that? You're not a slut, it's okay, you didn't even do anything?]