"Of course I'm an exception. I'm like Dad, I hate being emotional. I don't mind telling people how I feel, I just don't like showing it." She took the cigarette from his lips, reaching into his pants pocket for a lighter. "Can we go to your place before we talk? I'll end up crying when I say mine, and yeah. Not so much with the girlie emotional bullshit in public." Finding no lighter, she just leaned forward and looked up at him, waiting.