Rae comes in close, his turmoil familiar and painfully raw. Her hand finds his, and gives it a squeeze. "Do you think at your age I didn't do the same, Autor? When I was hurting, and just wanting so much to be wanted, or to escape all the shit going on around me? You came in from having your feelings taken, manipulated, and crushed - there's no wrong in wanting to feel good after that."

Some of the things Jay had said when they last spoke make more sense, now. Wanting to help, but feeling like he made it worse.

"Autor, there aren't any Good People or Bad People in the world. There are just people, and they choose to do good or bad things. Your actions should always be your own. Just as everyone else's actions should always be their own. Spinning... takes that away. After growing up surrounded by it, and being used yourself as you were the other day when you came in... I don't understand why you would seek to do the same to others."