She blushed profusely at the vulgar way Alec put that and she tried really hard not to imagine what he looked like in that situation. Not because she felt it would be a bad look but... well, it wouldn't be and she was still sad that she would never know what it might look like. Good thing now, though, since they were broken up and she really didn't have to see him and know all those intimate things they had done, even though they had done some intimate things. She covered her face though, caught between tears and a laugh.
"Maybe it's not because they don't want you. Maybe it's because they couldn't." She suggested, turning to look at him. Her eyes were still kind of watery, but she looked more resigned than anything else. "Foster parents don't make a lot of money and the foster care system is perpetual and kind of designed to fail." She looked away. "I can't imagine anyone really just not wanting you after getting to know you." She admitted, Lenore still torn between her anger and hatred for him and his actions, and all these other complicated emotions. "I want you." She said, too softly to hear.