"If you wanted him to leave you alone forever he'd do it, you know he would, but yeah, it is. 

It's just — I could hurt you. Jan could hurt you. You could hurt me. Asher could hurt me, or I could hurt Asher, there's no reason any of those things couldn't happen, anyone could abuse anyone, if 'I don't know that he won't abuse me' stopped people from trying then nobody would have relationships at all, and I don't want you to stop yourself from having relationships at all because you're worried about what if maybe." 

"Of course he would but he'd still be miserable because he cares about me."

Lev doesn't say anything about Raine's judgment about people who will abuse her. It doesn't seem helpful.

"Whatever it is you aren't saying, you can say it." 

"You willingly had sex with Harry. --Sorry. I know that's an awful thing to think."

"No, you aren't wrong.

But I also stopped eating and considered cutting myself with a razor blade. I wasn't under the impression sex with Harry was going to be a good decision, I was just — okay with making bad ones." 

"I don't know. Maybe I should just be-- more scared. Because my judgment is bad."

"...I don't know what you mean, but it seems like you're already scared a lot of the time." 

"More scared that people are going to hurt me. And yeah. I am."

He rests his face on Raine's shoulder.

She holds him, cradles his head in her hands. "I meant that I didn't know what you mean by 'my judgement is bad.'" 

"I don't know. I-- I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know how to make decisions, there are things that go one way and things that go the other way and I am very very stupid."

"...Lev, nobody really knows what they're doing. And people don't make better decisions when they're scared." 

He's curled up tight. 

"I don't know what I'm doing."

"Neither do I. Neither does anyone." 

"That doesn't help."

"I'm sorry. I don't know if I know how to help. 

— How did having sex with Jan make you feel?" 

"It wasn't-- bad. I liked making her happy. Sex feels nice. I had to think about, uh, you know, to finish."

She nods. 

"And what about sex with me?" 

"Well, I do like making you happy and it does feel nice."

"And with Marlo?" 

"When I'm with you or Marlo all I'm thinking about is the person I'm with."

She kisses him again, still gentle, and whispers, "I love you too." 

"Run away with me."

"I want to," another kiss, "god, I want to," and another. 

"Why not," and a kiss.

"My parents would still go to the police to track down their runaway teenager."