It probably doesn't mean anything. Surely she only made this decision to press her point because she's so angry with Smith. But even as I try to tell myself that, a small, triumphant voice rings out in the back of my mind. She could have asked Blaise for help, after all she likes him. But she wanted me. I'm the option she's most comfortable with. I wonder if there are reasons other than the undeniable one that only recently various parts of my body have been near her. On her. In her.