Eden flounders, mouth open for a description she doesn't yet have, and shrugs. "Yeah," she says, "I do. I... I really, really like him." There aren't many people she feels she can be utterly herself around. She's always bending, twisting, even without meaning to, adapting to what others want and like. She's spent a long time getting good at making herself pleasant or, if necessary, invisible, whatever will keep her safest, and it's a habit that's hard to discard. Being herself means feeling safe, and that's a trust that, no matter how many people she loves, she can't offer wholly to most. But she's usually herself with Lily and with Luke. It's hard not to be drawn to that kind of comfort. "We just aren't really calling it anything, you know? I don't think he's really a relationship kind of guy."