"Yeah," Beau said gruffly, then, with a nod, "yeah. Like I don't have to explain to you how some of that shit made me feel, but I know you get it."

Like what it had been like to get hauled off to the Cobalt Soul with no say in the matter, not that she'd be elaborating in the middle of a bunch of people. Among other things.

Some psychologist would probably think they were a fascinating study.

"You know, and I know you're not going to use that to hurt me, and it -- that means a whole fucking lot."