It's not much later, in Isabella's room, that she asks:
"So... is Alex really a dom?"
"Do you... have a crush on me or are you in love with me or something?"
"Okay," she says neutrally, not showing the relief she's feeling, and shakes her head. "Is that really the only way I could convince you?"
"That's not what I'm saying. What is your opinion?" She bites her tongue on voicing what she thinks it is.
Blink. "I know that. I—must have been very unclear if I sounded like I didn't think that. I'm sorry."
"I think that's probably necessary but not sufficient for you to be well, is what I'm on about."
"I thought it was harder for you to find someone to date because you're depressed, and that that was probably contributing to your not having found it by then, and I still think that. Additionally, you look like the kind of person that needs someone to take care of them. You've convinced me of that. But I think not having someone to take care of you isn't the sole cause of your not being a hundred percent, as evidenced by the fact that now you do and yet."
—pets him. Not like she was his dom or something, but just a friendly petting.