[ it's weird. he shouldn't smile. he shouldn't be happy to hear any of this. he knows that, that's sort of the whole point. god before family, and all that. but-

-but there's still an odd smile that crosses her face as anna talks about her family, the tiniest crackle of static interference from the radio in venus's pack. he's really found someone who Gets It, huh. he stifles a giggle at the cocksucking comment - it's a funny metaphor, he gets it, he knows girls don't have dicks already - trying desperately to at least appear somewhat dignified. ]

...yeah. A pretty crappy one, huh? [ there's a tone to his voice, somewhere between amusement and wistfulness. bittersweet. nostalgic. ] You would have liked Neptune. You talk like her.

[ he looks down at the arm for a moment. then he finally stops his work to focus entirely on anna. ]

You don't have to worry about offending me or anything. [ he's trying to be helpful. really, he is. ] I, uh... the Bible camp I went to wasn't for good kids. J- One girl I know got sent in for liking girls. Another girl got called slutty all the time, just because she was prettier than them and didn't pretend otherwise.

[ he laughs, awkwardly but genuinely, rubbing at the back of his neck. ]

And, um - I don't really know what your girlfriend's like, but I'm sure she's really cool. Like you.