When he shifted, she smacked his shoulder lightly. "Quit that. I ain't had a lot of affection in the past six years, and you're just gonna have to get used to the fact that I feel comfortable with you. You ain't taking anything I ain't taking in return."
When he mentioned Shane, she settled and snuggled back against him with a soft sigh. "We got to talking while you were here, sick. Really talking, I mean. Not the avoiding he's been doing for months 'round me. I ain't forgiven him for what he did, but I understand how having your parents killed, and seeing 'em dead, and ending up in foster care can break a person. My collection of pills vouches for that, don't it?" She paused before continuing, voice more hazy soft. "We don't see eye-to-eye on that, and he thinks he loves me, but I don't think he really knows what that means yet. I don't want to mess things up by forcing him to live with me when he ain't ready."
She worried her lip, considered before posing her next question. "He can be 'round me naked without wanting me - not even a little - and he ain't jealous of me in a sexual way, only in a protective way. I asked him to explain what this was to him, but he can't, and he said maybe we could talk 'bout it, but it didn't sound like he wanted to." She sighed again. "I only know how to tell if someone wants me if they wanna have me. I don't know what to do with someone who don't."