"I remember," I say quietly. It feels a little awkward to talk about it when we're wrapped up like this, but I'm not going to dodge the question. "It was okay. It wasn't anything special, really. Just a girl I met after joining the Q."

Her name was Katie, and I remember Kent giving me a thumbs up as I took her upstairs during a party. I remember feeling a little weird about it, and the shock I felt at realizing I would have probably rather gone upstairs with Kent.

I did, later. But Katie was the first.

"She was nice, and it was good. But it wasn't anything special," I tell him with a self-conscious shrug. "I wish I would have waited for it to be special."