"It wouldn't be to make a point." For everything that he has become, for all that he is—there is a purity in this. A candour of meaning, an earnest expression. A strange variation on the boy she once knew.

"It is pleasurable, kissing. Fun. I want you to have fun. If you won't look outside your friends, I would hardly be put-upon to give you that pleasure myself."

What's a little making out between friends?