"More familiar is better. For everyone else, at least." She steps into the shower, turning her back so he can wash her hair.

"Let him make that decision for himself, love. I don't think John knows what he really wants." The sound she makes isn't quite a laugh. "Didn't it take him longer to come to trust you than it took me? Whatever his life has been..." her voice trails off. "The only thing more fragile and precious than love is that ego. I don't understand it."

She's silent until he rinses her hair, then turns around, pressing her face into the slickness of his chest. "I'm sorry. For before. I don't think...I don't think I will ever learn to be good, Connor, and he had to make a choice, and I did't know any other way to make him see..."