Star:Yes.
Conor:I’m particular.
Star:In what way?
Conor:I dislike hand jobs.
Star:Seriously?
Conor:Seriously.
Star:That’s… limiting.
Conor:It is what it is.
Star:Anything else?
Conor:Anal play is out. I don’t like hands in my hair either.
Star:Makes sense.
Conor:I’ve never told anyone that.
Star:You trying to tell me I’m special?
Conor:I think we both know you are.
Star:Maybe.
Conor:Do you have hang-ups?
Star:From being a sex slave?
Conor:Yes.
Star:Are you sure you want to know?
Conor:Wouldn’t have asked.
Star:I’m aggressive by nature and I wasn’t lying about sex being a weapon. That trait doubled down during that period of my life. That I don’t associate sex with pleasure is probably a hang-up.
Conor:Do you ever want to meet me?
Star:A part of me does.
Conor:Just a part?
Star:Another part of me knows that I’ll push you away at some point and you won’t come back.
Conor:You don’t know that.
Star:I do.
Star:No one sticks around me. I’m toxic.
Conor:Savannah loves you. She left, but she came back.
Star:Savannah’s different. Katina is too.