"I don't know what to do," she admitted. "There's a part of me that just wants to run. He's my first real boyfriend and I'm still... I'm nineteen." Carrie had done her best to avoid the subject while at Kimber's. But it was different with Bruce. She felt Bruce was extremely easy to talk to sometimes, which seemed counterintuitive. But he cared about her. Enough that he could put up with emotion for a short while.
They were walking down quiet side streets. She looked down at the pavement. "But that's wrong. I asked him." She'd been drunk, yes, but she'd still initiated the whole thing. "And I love him. I don't want to run, really. There are so many- it's so... complicated." She looked up at Bruce. "What should I do?" Before the question was completely out of her mouth, she knew the answer. But she'd asked anyway in hopes that he'd give her some wisdom.