"Who says I need tabs kept on me in the first place?" Cole raised his eyebrows, unable to keep back a small smirk.
His smile vanished, however, at her question. He sighed, buying time by moving the plates to the corner of the counter. "I'd be lying if I said it didn't. I guess it's mainly because they were kind of right-- not in that way." A prickling feeling of discomfort spread across his chest and he shifted slightly, not quite meeting her eyes. "But... accusations like that can be pretty bad for someone in my position. That was probably the only factual thing they said." She was eighteen, and he might have been a lot of things but he was not that kind of guy. He knew he wasn't.