"Don't leave. I'll get rid of everything. I need to stop anyways. It's stupid, no big deal. I got a boyfriend that was into it and he turned me on to it a little bit." I lied.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. It was a joke. A joke. Look I don't care, you're not hurting anybody. Are you?"

"I'm not cutting myself, or choking myself if that's what you mean."

"Adults. Adults do . . ."

"Weird shit. Stay." I grabbed his bag and dumped it.

I sat on his bed, and we were like that a long time. "Look." He said. "I love you."

"Weird...