"Well, it is a little awkward to face the first person you slept with. It's a very powerful memory for many people. I know that if I ever saw the first person I slept with I would smash his face in. The guy was a total creep, and he never spoke to me again after it happened. He saw me at the mall a few times and didn't even make eye contact. It was like he looked right through me." She lifted a hand, touching at her scar faintly. "I don't think that I realized how much that upset me while I was alive. That memory was just there, sitting there, waiting for me to pull it back up. It's amazing, in reflection, what things are so powerfully influential."
"Regardless, I'm glad that we're speaking. I would hate for us to have any awkward feelings between us. Thus, I'm really happy that all you're feeling as far as negatives go is tired. And I'm excited that you feel wonderful." She curled into his arms and shifted, inching into his lap. She rested her head against his shoulder, hugging her knees to her chest, and she forced out a sigh.
"What do you mean that you don't want to leave? I don't want to leave, either, but you need to eat. In order for you to eat, I need to go find you food."