[Maybe there's just something wrong with him, because he came in here wanting to be a friend; he came in here with the intent to put the kebash on it but the more she pushes, the weaker he becomes and Mox never said he was a good guy. He wishes he was. Sometimes he wants to be, but he isn't. He obviously isn't.
It happens too fast; he needs too much. She's too persuasive. Whatever the excuse he uses, he knows it at the same time that she realizes it. Mox is pulled out of the moment as fast as he's pulling out of her and maybe Cass isn't the only one that's fucked up here. ...she probably isn't.
He wants to say "I told you so" but he's no better with his jeans down around his hips and his shirt on her floor because they're too impatient. His arms are holding up his weight for a second and he's hovering over her before he pushes himself off, laying down beside her and lifting his hips to drag the jeans back up.]
I shouldn't have come here. Fuck, I shouldn't have come here.