"You really hate Matt Murdock."
 
 "No." She bites her lip. "He's just… get over yourself, you know?"
 
 I shake my head. I don't know. Not enough.
 
 "Not that you're that—"
 
 "Horrible?"
 
 She clears her throat. "I, uh… I mean, there are parallels between the two of you, but I'm not saying you're… he's totally a dreamboat. Usually. So even if you're like him, uh…"
 
 "I'm not offended."
 
 "Oh." She presses her lips together. "Good."
 
 "Just thinking."
 
 She folds her hands in her lap. Stares at me with a nervous expression. Like she's sure she's hurt me.
 
 "He's Hunter's favorite. Daredevil."
 
 She nodsright. Leans forward like she's expecting insight.
 
 "Maybe… I guess I don't stop to think about how he feels."
 
 "Like he also has that guilt for failing at something that's not his fault?"
 
 "Yeah." I stay away because it's for the best. That's what I tell myself. But maybe that's bullshit. Maybe it's something else.
 
 "But you do want him to be happy?"
 
 I nodof course.
 
 "So… uh… I think, um… should I go?"
 
 "Why?"
 
 "That was a horrible thing to say."
 
 "Is it what you think?" I ask.
 
 "Yeah, but not in a bad way, exactly."
 
 "You never have to apologize for telling me what you think," I say.
 
 She crosses and uncrosses her legs. "Oh… Uh…"
 
 "Let's look." I need more evidence. I want her to be right. I want this to be in my head. Even if that means my head is more fucked than I like to believe.
 
 That's fixable. I've seen people work through their shit. Yeah, they always did it after I bailed. They always proved they were better off without me.
 
 But at least I know it's possible.
 
 If only I could work through my shit without me.
 
 That would be something.
 
 "But I show you first." I need to prove I can leave someone better than when I found them.