Heith watched as his sister withdrew to retrieve a tissue. "I didn't say fixed, I said mended, Rory." No, there would be no fixing cause the only way to "fix" it would be to lie. Lie to Harrison and to herself as if it had never happened. Of course, when Rory called herself a slut and threw herself onto the bed, Heith couldn't help but laugh at the usual melodrama. Taking a seat on the bed beside her, he said, "You are far from being a slut, little sister." No, he wasn't letting her completely off the hook, "Yeah, you made a bad decision. Wasn't the first time and it won't be the last but holing yourself up in your room isn't solving anything. You're still going to have to face both of them eventually."