"Okay. All right," he said, getting up slowly. "I'll go. Just. You're a good person, Pete." He was backing toward the door. "We love you, mate. And not in the way that you tell a bird to get her to have sex with you. Fuck sex." He groped behind him for the doorknob, still talking. "I'm going, I really am. Just that you're not a bad person, and you won't be. Ever."