He wanted to just keep going. Lust, maybe Lust could help? He wasn't normal therefore this wasn't a normal fix. "You can't," he said squeezing his eyes tight. Damn her for caring, couldn't she just want him for his body like everyone else? "It's me...its what I am." He pushed himself up, flopping at the other end of the couch on his back.

"Fuck..." Why did she have to keep throwing those horrible things like feelings at him?