You asked who he was. So why are you upset that we told you who he was? Why don't you say, "ho, Summer, he sounds like he meant the world to you, you keep mentioning him every time you think you're turning into a monster and every time I say I'll protect you so you won't be scared anymore, what could possibly have you thinking of him at a time like this?"

[There's an odd lilting quality seeping into her voice — not quite musical, but a little more airy and distant than her typical grounded, clever drawl. Her fingers tighten around the mug of water, now half-empty, and she shifts to sit up more deliberately rather than sprawling, pulling her knees up toward her chest like she's tempted to put her forehead down on them.]

Fine, then. You decide what we'll talk about instead of mentioning my friends. I don't care what it is. Pick whatever it is you want to hear.