"Me neither," she said quietly, even though she knew he knew that, "You're not awful. You forget, I've never done any of this before." She couldn't help but think in that moment about what she'd missed out on because she was sick, and because the wizarding world hated people like her. She was a biracial, bastard, half-blood, werewolf in a world where blood meant almost as much as magic, and she never forgot that.
"I don't want to see other people." She said simply, her voice stronger - this part she was sure of. "I'm not sure on the labels thing." She shrugged feeling pathetic, "This is another one of these things I've never had to do or even think about before." It was hard for Maria being this vulnerable, but Albie had always been strangely understandable and intuitive about these things.