Kathy scootched forward, letting her foot knock into his. She wasn't sure how much personal space he needed atfer that--sometimes she needed tight hugs and other times she needed whole football fields of distance. The idea that Eliot had killed someone was nothing new to her and she'd left that moral high ground behind almost a year ago. He probably hadn't eaten whomever he'd killed afterwards.

"Don't I kinda owe it to everyone else to not do that, though?" she asked, less angry now but tired. "There's a reason one of those twelve steps is asking forgiveness from the people you've hurt before. Wouldn't you be happier, breathe easier if you knew I'd never chased something over a rooftop ever again?"