“And you love me anyway,” Beau said, a bemused smile on her face. “But I’ve had a year to kind of figure you out too. And some of the shit you’ve been through? You took that, and you figured out how to be a better person. Whereas when I went through similar shit it just made me angry and cynical."

She hadn't exactly had a support network at the time, which probably made a lot of the difference. Still.

"But ... is it weird that I kinda feel like you get me more than most people do, because of that?”